Waking up at 04:45, packing stuff, having coffee (very important) and going at 6. We were off to a boat fair.
Theo works with an older man, in the boat business. Saturday was a day for promoting the company, and affiliating companies. And to sell a bit of old boat-stuff.
While the older man (B) had to visit the hospital earlier because he had tremendous pain in his right shoulder, Theo had only just recovered from a very bad back. They were both still in pain, B having morphine (!) and Theo simply ignoring any discomfort, but sweating like an otter.
My pain was playing up because of the cold (it was freezing!) but I bit through it, not wanting to let them down, so once we were settled we all collapsed. B had taken his wife (M) and her son. They were both utterly useless.
Son went home because he didn't wanna stay, he wasn't having fun at all. We didn't even start yet... but alright. B barked his wife around, to do at least something, like getting us breakfast and making coffee. It brought back memories to the time I used to hold fairs with my ex. Not nice, but this time I could understand B's attitude. Woman... DO SOMETHING! Yes, your knees hurt. But maybe you should've pulled on sneakers and pants, instead of high-heeled open shoes and a short skirt? Yes, it will be warm. It's freezing now. So give us something warm.
Anyway, B and Theo were doing business, and M and I were allowed to have a stroll. I could barely walk, but I wanted to go shopping. It had been years since I entered a store. It was brief but fun, and I felt all refreshed. I just wished I'd brought my cane with me. At least it was sunny, so my sore joints could warm up, making it easier to move.
The fair ended at 4 or 5 in the afternoon. By now the sun was too hot (stupid weather) and we were all too tired to talk much, so we all ignored any pain we may have felt and went to work to clear up.
All, except M who was having a smoke (the woman smokes 3 packages a day...) with some neighbors of her. Woman... please...
You know what I hate? I hate to bust my back, work like mad to go home, and to be watched by three people who do nothing but enjoy having a tan. I want to smack 'em. Finally, the man who was drinking beer (our beer) took a box and brought it to the van. Whoo! His wife only stood in the sun, and eventually... sat down because standing was tiresome. Don't break your nails, darling. More wine?
Finally, we could go home, and I went in the car with M. She wanted to complain about B, for being so mean to her all the time. This time, I didn't listen. I could totally understand B. I phoned Theo to ask if we were going to have a bite somewhere. The connection was bad, but I understood they would be heading off to the warehouse while we should go to M's house. I told her. Did she listen?
She panicked when the men drove into another direction, and despite me telling (almost yelling!) her to go her own way to her house, she kept following them. The men stopped.
Theo asked politely what wasn't clear about the suggestion of going home, and she was all 'Oooh! I didn't understand!'. We exchanged glances. Oh Gods. Take me away. I'm too tired for this shit.
Anyway, by the time we were home, it was 9 in the evening. We went straight to bed. It was the longest day in 8 years; I've grown over a life like this. I slept for 13 hours and now I'm pooped!
And the rest of the week? It will also be busy.
Oh man. Can I go to work please? I need to rest...
Sooo I have a week off. It started with work >.>