I Wanna Fall from the stars....

I had a bad day yesterday.  

The company from when we were getting the floor, the floor, which we had already waited 2.5 weeks for, was being delivered. I received a text the night before "Your Goods Are Scheduled for delivery between 9 and 11 tomorrow morning". 

Yay! I said.  

At 1050. I received a phone call. "Very sorry, we are not delivering your floor this morning, because it was damaged in the warehouse".  "What?  how?  Why?  When? 

"you'll receive a notification telling you when it will next be delivered". 

Hmm.  Himself had two days booked off to lay floor, complete bottom half of kitchen, Gas man on standby for cooker.  I howled,  he said "nothing we can do about it". 

I tried to remember all my slow breathing techniques, my "be calm" in difficult situations routine, but I ended up swearing an awful lot. 

Eventually I resigned myself to at least another three weeks of no lower half of kitchen. 

This morning himself says, "come on, lets go and look at other floor". 

and we did... 

and we found some.  

And now we have floor. 

And I had THIS sky.  

and I love my husband very, very much.   I don't know how he copes with my sweary mouth.