Thursday 24 April 2025: It was Easter…

In the days leading up to Easter, I was busy doing a ton of stuff. Time was running out on me and I had a lot to do. A lot.

The Wednesday before Easter dawned damp and dull. I noticed one of the large capacity bird feeders was emptying a lot quicker than the other one. So I went out to investigate. And it looked like the birds, or other wildlife, were tipping it up so it emptied onto the ground beyond the wall it was sitting on. I moved things around a bit, and in doing so spotted what looked like blood on the wall. I looked around the garden for tell-tail feathers that a hawk had been in the garden, but couldn’t see any. Either the casualty limped away and hid somewhere, or it was taken whole. Very sad, but nature.

I fired off an email to the potential new milkman with a few more questions. An email came in from customer services at the old place, but they weren’t confirming my account was closed or anything. They simply apologised that my delivery wasn’t what I’d hoped and that they’d take it up with the driver. My account was still live online, so I replied with a please-cancel-my-order email and delete-my-account. 

We’d ordered a prescription from the doctor, so I put real people clothes on and went to collect that. There had been a query with one of the poet’s items, so I checked that was in the bag. As I’d only ordered one item, I didn’t think to check that until I got home. I should have checked it outside the surgery because they’d dispensed something I hadn’t asked for. I rang them up and they said the item I had ordered was still there and had become separated from everything else, and that I was to keep the item I hadn’t ordered for next time.

Is it me? IS IT ME?! Or is something in retrograde causing people to just not do anything right at the moment? (Apart from the poet’s prescription, of course. At least that was right.)

I turned around and went back because, as I’ve said before, I’m just sat at home waiting for exciting things like this to happen. I don’t actually have anything to do!

When I got back to my desk again, I did a quick search for how to cancel online subscriptions and what to do if the company isn’t playing ball. I found the FB page for the delivery people, so I added my complaint to others on there asking them not to tell me to try sending them a DM from the site or to try going through their chatbot as I’d already done that and they were ignoring me.

Back to work and I’d fallen way behind on my blog post scheduling, so I decided to just sit down and work my way through that, in order. Starting with the blog post that was published on the Wednesday before Easter. And I started to write today’s as I’d struggled to recall everything I’d done. I skipped a publication day post, to save it for when I’d actually published the thing, and moved ahead to all the holiday posts.

Now that WordPress publishes to BlueSky, it’s easier to schedule posts there, but I do still re-share them whenever I can so I can add the interest tags. I wanted to schedule the book reviews and publication days on Instagram too, but to do that I have to make the account public. It’s worth more to me to keep my Instagram private than it is to share book reviews in advance, but I’m on the fence about the publication days. I don’t have a huge amount of interactions on Instagram, but that probably has more to do with it being a private account than anything else.

The bank holiday posts were quick and easy to rattle off, so I did those first. Then I turned to the publication day posts, but first I had to publish the actual publications. Call me superstitious…

I created a new coloured label in my blog posts Scrivener file, blue for ‘scheduled’. With all the green (published), yellow (in progress), and red (to do), my binder looked very pretty. Which suits my visual motivation personality.

The item I ordered for delivery on Tuesday that was apparently on its way on Tuesday and then delayed until a day when we’re not here arrived…honestly, you couldn’t make this up.

Then I received 2 emails from the old milk people, the first one confirming cancellation, the second one saying they were sorry to see me go but here’s a refund!

Phew!

If the new milkman doesn’t come back to me, or if we can’t agree on delivery, we’ll just go back to buying it from the supermarket and I’ll buy midweek during my Wednesday errand.

Then I started to write and schedule the publication day blog posts and create the graphics where necessary.

I was fast running out of time as we had to go out and do the shopping. So I dragged myself away and came back to it later in the evening. I had a good and busy day, though, writing and scheduling quite a few blog posts in advance, and writing 3,500 words in blog posts alone.