When your family belongings are somewhere on the Atlantic, it becomes a little trying on the nerves. I realized that it was getting to me last week after the lawyer incident, followed by the renovator not showing up when I arranged to have the house opened for him, among other things (like not having black shoe polish but knowing that you have 10 bottles of it on a ship).

Funny how it is the little, stupid things that nibble at the edges and frustrate disproportionately if you are not carefully watching. Time to start working out again, now if I could just find my water bottle ……