Grateful: Day 4 - Show Us Yer Pie

How good is this:

Yesterday, I took my mac to the apple store because I'd been getting the wheel of death on my screen a lot.

A very helpful (if aggressive-breathed) Apple Genius helped me out and reinstalled my operating system [thank you, by the way, Simon Kirby, Cassy Smith and Em Wilkinson for the 'sort out your mac' tips - I used all of them].

The apple man was so clear - did you back up, do you have any reason not to do this, have you remembered everything. Yes, Yes, Yes and all that. Only no. As I picked it up I realised that my copy of Office for Mac came from a discounted link that I got when I still worked at Hasbro - it was some kind of corporate goodie bag thing. And I don't have any of the information. I'm right in the middle of a job that needs to be sent off before Wednesday morning, so I really need to sort this.

But thank goodness for delightful, lovely friends who have helped me out, and for the regal Mr Jack Rebaldi, who did lots of extra work to get us more money on a job. So I could just afford to order one off Amazon. And, thanks to a previous mistake involving getting giddy with my free trial of Amazon Prime and letting it overrun, I get free next-day delivery.

Every time I've had something delivered before, it's come in the morning. No sign of said software when I got home at 5.30, though, after doing a delicious job with The Spontaneity Shop. Occasionally there have been problems with post going to an almost-indentical address just round the corner, and for a moment, I thought 'oh no... it's all going wrong!

But no: at quarter to six, an exhausted delivery man turns up. He's been on the road since 8am, but he has my parcel and he's even gracious enough to smile and be lovely to me as he delivers it. How good is that?

Today's job: full of really wonderful, talented, brave and pleasing people, both the clients and the other people playing. It's so good to be surrounded by people who are more talented and more experienced than me, but who are gracious and playful and generally very nice. Good eggs as far as the eye can see, and I got to play in French and have a great laugh. Inspired, pleased and grateful.

Thank you too for the Ian Lavender Suite in my little hotel in Thetford (where Dad's Army was filmed - so EVERYONE we met there told us). Despite believing that the man sitting very still on the bench across the river was a calm psychopath who was just waiting for me to fall asleep before opening the non-locking patio doors and coming in to kill me, it was a great night, and a comfortable bed. At breakfast, the night porter explained that it was a statue of Captain Mainwaring (off of Dad's Army). No danger there, then.

There's so much I'm grateful for, and I still have work to finish, but finally, chatting with my sister Sarah about her recently fractured* clavicle, she told me about a horrible, sexist bloke on the bus who'd been shouting obscenities at people and being generally offensive. She feeling angry and annoyed, until he opened the window called to a woman in the street to 'Show us yer pie!'

How can you take such a man seriously? And by his own hand. Well done, that man.

Thank you.