Monday Blues

Woken before six by thunder and lightning. As I got up to let the dogs out the heavens opened. They took one look and went back to bed. I chilled in the lounge with my coffee while watching the rain through the window. It was peaceful listening to the rain drumming down. The dogs were able to go out about half six when the rain stopped.
Hubby left after breakfast to go for his blood tests ready for his final check up on Wednesday. I carried on with cleaning our bedroom in-between doing office queries. While cleaning I picked up a box and took it to sort out. As I put it down I noticed what looked like an insect skeleton on my hand and flicked it off. It landed on the floor and as I looked down at it the thing moved and I realized it was a little scorpion. I was horrified and before I could react it had scuttled under the bed. Diane ran away and refused to come into the room for the rest of the day. Margie popped in for a cup of tea and to pick up a face cream she had ordered from Ali. When she arrived it was bright sunshine and blue sky. By the time she left it had clouded up, thunder was rumbling outside and a light rain started to fall.I went back to the bedroom and very gingerly pulled Hubby’s shoes from under the bed as well as a box he had there. I vacuumed and mopped under there watching for the scorpion but never spotted it at all. I hope it went up the vacuum cleaner and is not lurking in there somewhere.
At lunch time there was still no notification of the Oz visas so I phoned the High Commission in Pretoria, only to be informed they needed some information regarding Travis. I was most upset and annoyed as they had not let us know but waited until I phoned to query it. I sent the info through and hope it will be OK. This setback really upset me and I could hardly concentrate on anything for the rest of the day. Panic is starting to set in!Hubby came home about five and sorted out his magazines – his sorting out is putting it in a different place. He is unbelievable! When he buys a magazine he thinks it means keep it for the rest of your life. My magazines are recycled regularly; in fact I don’t bother buying so many now as I never seem to find the time to finish reading them.We have had supper, I have organized my desk with all I must do tomorrow and the blog is ready for posting. All that’s left to do is clean the kitchen and have our Milo.
Cheers