Tag: disaster

It was all going so well…

…and then booze spoilt everything.

This isn’t a post of drunken Christmas party antics or a hangover from hell though, thank God!

So, there I am beavering away towards Christmas. It’s been fairly stressful, as we’ve been decorating our spare bedroom for the Mother in Law to come and stay, as well as painting the kitchen and lounge (what can I say, we’re gluttons for punishment). Last week a whole tin of gloss paint went over on the spare bedroom carpet, so we had an unexpected mad rush to replace it. The flat has resembled a student hovel with stuff just everywhere and we haven’t really been able to lean into Christmas as much as we’d liked.

On Tuesday everything started coming together. The bedroom was finished which meant we could start reclaiming the rest of our home. I finally put the wreaths up on the front door and created some quick and easy table centrepieces for Christmas lunch. Yesterday I did the food and booze shop at lunch and made a good start on wrapping presents, then returned the 4 new bed covers that didn’t match the new room (I’ve been trying to make everything perfect!) and exchanged the new bedding for the right size. Just needed to pop to the local supermarket for the bits I couldn’t get at lunch, and headed home.

That’s when disaster struck. I opened the car door to unload the shopping and my handbag toppled to the floor – my handbag which contained a glass bottle of spirits. And my phone.

You can probably fill in the blanks yourself.

Phone bottle sad face

EE can’t get a new phone to me until Sunday. And I have to pay £55 excess.

How am I supposed to Instagram my Christmas with no phone????? (I’m only half joking!)

On the plus side, at least I’ll spend pure, unadulterated time with my family with no distractions.

On the down side, as well as the phone/excess/hassle; WASTED ALCOHOL!!!

Mind you, last year the washing machine jammed on Christmas Eve, full of water and clothes. On Christmas Day my kitchen tap broke and leaked everywhere. While I was cooking. The year before that the dishwasher broke.

So I should have expected something. Let’s hope that’s the worst of it!

How’s your Christmas Eve going?


What I saved from the rubble

I read an article on the BBC news website speaking to people who survived the earthquake in Nepal.

You can read it here.

Reading this article made me feel a weird mix of emotions – both about the people in the article and myself.

I felt sad, humbled, in awe, selfish, greedy and very very Western as I read it. To think of the pain and suffering these people have gone through – losing their homes, memories and livelihood to a natural disaster. That, through it all, the lady who saved her water jug cares about doing things “right” for others. The lady who has a bag of rice for her family to live on. The lady who saved her prayer beads – still believing in a god when her home has been destroyed.

It’s hard to imagine a situation where your worldly belongings are taken from you by a natural disaster. Memories that you have collected throughout your life. Things that remind you of your childhood, or your family. To these people the smallest of things can mean the world to them. Living, as many of them do, without many possessions probably focusses the mind more around what’s important.

Why does this article make me feel bad things about myself? Because, whenever I’ve been asked in the past what I would save if my home was burning down, my first thoughts go to something materialistic, like a favourite coat or pair of shoes (well, husband first, but as he has much more about him than I do I’m assuming he’d be able to save himself). Even things like physical photographs hold no emotional connection anymore as everything is online and therefore accessible and replaceable. That the homeowner and student have to save physical pieces of paperwork to prove things to the authorities is incomprehensible to most of us, as we would pick up the telephone or go on the web to get duplicates.

I’m not going to make any grand gestures around the fact that I will buy less and care less about having a wardrobe full of clothes, because they would be empty words. But it’s sobering and important to read stories like this; to remind ourselves on days such as yesterday when I was moaning about the trivial side of life that so many are living with so little – and that their suffering continues long after the news coverage has stopped.