The Baby Hedgehog

About the most interesting event this month was last weekend, when walking home from a few hours spent out of the house, just because staying in was unacceptable all Sunday, and we stumbled across a very small hedgehog. It wasn’t quite a baby, sadly, but it was definitely not an adult.

It was looking like it wanted to cross the road, so instead of just watching like the BBC animal documentary producers would, we stopped it and put it back in the verge. Never mind the fact that behind the verge is vast amounts of fields from a school. It eventually wandered off in the correct direction. But it felt good to save a little piece of nature, anyway. I was briefly happy, and I have a nice picture to remind me of it.

Right now I write at the second evening of loneliness as J is away at the moment working in the famous Up North for the last remaining Up North client. It continues to be a burden, a major cross to bear, but I feel bad for them for just dumping them. Maybe eventually I have to accept reality that our work does not allow for keeping this going, because it causes such major disruption. I’m fairly sure J isn’t happy doing it but does it because he has to. If the shoe were on the other foot I’d do the same. But it basically loses us money, because the amount we’re paying ourselves in car mileage is usually less than what we get for the job. Crazy, huh?

Fortunately today in the office on my own was not as bad as I feared. I have been anxious all week about today, mainly because inevitably everything happens at once. Today, that only happened maybe 4 or 5 times, and each time was not irrecoverable. Usually you miss a call from a number you don’t know, and then they don’t leave a message, leaving you in the quandary as to whether or not to call them back. Usually I do, and usually it’s a total waste of time, but I feel better for it. But these days, with generation Y and Z’s irrational hate of voicemail, and their weird attitude that a missed call means you must call back, I figure it’s better to do what society’s changed norms expect of me, especially as I’m a business person desperately chasing their money, which rarely comes, as they usually just fix it watching a video on YouTube. I’m not bitter.

Earlier in the year I had several days working on my own in the office, and they were hell. When they happen, I can easily spend hours and hours on back to back phone calls, not making progress because each call means I miss the next call, and so on until the end of the day. The days whoosh by, but you end them feeling like you’ve just forgotten to do something, or forgotten to call someone back, because that’s your default state of mind all day. It takes hours after the end of the day to feel like you’ve decompressed…

But it didn’t happen today, and tomorrow J will once again do another huge drive, and once again wind me up by poor planning, and once again arrive back much later than he should do. But he may surprise me. I’m not a control freak, am I? I just like to be organised…

Anyway. More thoughts about baby hedgehogs. That will keep me cheerful.

Tomorrow is Friday and J and I are going out for a meal with former neighbours, courtesy of our business. Well, it needs to treat us every once in a while. The cheese soufflĂ© is really worth it… (Yes, I am middle class now)