And I didn't even mention it yesterday among my other complaints, but on Sunday I noticed that I'd lost a diamond from my engagement ring. This is particularly tedious since I lost a different diamond about eighteen months ago, had to have it replaced (at not insignificant cost) and specifically asked the chap to check the settings of the other ones.
Gah gah gah gah.
Still, on the positive side, my piano teacher is LOVELY, which is a piece of luck since I picked her more or less randomly from the internet, really only because she said on her website that she teaches pupils from 7 to 70, so I felt wouldn't be her very oldest pupil. Also her website seemed well-phrased. Of course, I made a bit of a mess of the tune I'd been practising (so as to show her that I was a worthwhile student). But I knew I would since I was, stupidly, rather nervous. And it didn't really matter.
And Daughter 1 and Grandson came and had coffee with me afterwards (piano teacher lives above a coffee shop, conveniently) and then we came here for the afternoon. He is so delighfully squashy. His t-shirt says, by the way: Ihr seid grosser* aber ich bin lauter (ie You're bigger but I'm louder - his dad has a degree in German).
* Sorry, don't know how to do umlauts on the computer.
And then, also on the positive side, my mum's neighbour phoned up this evening to say that Mum's conservatory door was open, and we all rushed up there expecting that burglars had broken in, smashed the glass, tried to gain entry to the rest of the house etc etc. And it was all fine. The door was indeed open but the lock was locked, leaving Mr Life to conclude that when he'd locked it on Saturday he hadn't actually had it properly clicked shut first. (It's a bit of a funny door.) And it had just swung open but nothing nasty had happened. What a relief, especially since this all made Mum much more cheerful than she'd been before the whole situation arose.
Oh, the excitements of the retired life.