PMT...

Well, what a week! All of the quotes for legal fees way exceeded the estimate from my finance man, the mortgage company required a bigger deposit and the final match of the season didn't get played as the opposition though it was a different day-and I had to cope with all this with serious PMT!

I have everything planned, organised, almost to the point of OCD and then to be told that I have the day wrong...and then get a load of abuse from some loathesome little woman...and then after rearranging the courts and my team so we could play, being told she no longer wants to play! Let me tell you, that tipped me over the edge! Lucky she wasn't there as I would have lumped her one, I think?!

I can handle all the money stuff as that is common and will just require a few more quotes and a little research etc, so no big deal. As for the championship, it now lies in the hands of the organiser-it was afterall a county championship decider...very annoying.

Saying that, I guess I am not that annoyed as in the grand scheme of things it is just a low key tennis league, but I just feel angry...so I am blaming PMT! Why do we become totally irrational for a couple of days each month? I am hard work to be with most of the time, but I must be truly nuts during these PMT days as my other half hoovered, dusted and cleaned the bathroom this morning to avoid coming anywhere near me! :>)