" I will come back to you"

" I will come back to you" he said.

No you won't, I thought.  We both know that,  in our heart of hearts.

For you telephoned in June and I asked you some questions about exactly what you wanted done, and you said you would get back to me with the answers.

And you got a minion to telephone me in August to ask why I had not got back to you, and I said 'because I don't know what you want, you were going to have a think and tell me'.

And you left a message demanding an urgent callback today, so that I could once again say 'yes, the kind of things that you have so vaguely described are all possible. But to give you a quote for doing something specific, or indeed, to take action of any kind, I STILL need to know how you want it to handle a) and do you want to change b) while you are at it, and do you have content for c)?    Which questions, you could not answer. May never, in fact, be able to answer, for it seems that  they are the Answerless Questions.

There comes a point when I simply cannot  make all the decisions. Particularly when they already HAVE a system that works and does everything they originally asked for 4 years ago, and the reason they want to change it , so far as I can tell, is a vague unspecified feeling that somehow it should be better, but they don't really know what the problem is with what they have got.   And also they don't want to spend much, and won't give a definition of 'much'. 

Or 'better'.   I can't really explain that I feel it would on the whole be a better world if they all stopped what they are currently doing and did something more worthwhile and creative, like turnip farming, mud sculpture or the authoring of small yet delicately written poems about the beauty of leaves.  I could easily produce a 'better' website about any of those things....

Mollydog is sad

philmophlegm  is away for work for a couple of days.  He's been here for several weeks and working at home a lot, so Mollydog had got used to him being here.  She was most upset to get home and find he wasn't here.  She ran all round the house looking for him and crying,  and she has whinged intermittently most of this evening,  driving me mad! 

Tragically, the cats, whom pp loves much more than Molls, show no signs of having even noticed that he's not here.   This  probably carries some sort of rather depressing message about life and love....

In other news I made a veggie lasagne this evening that was jolly nice even though it only had one mozarella blob and a tiny bit of parmesan on it and was otherwise practically all vegetables.  Who'd a thunk.  Mmmmmmmmm.

edit: and now I have been summoned from a perfectly nice hot bath by an unearthly howling, like that of a dog tied up in a barn and abandoned for days on end! Get a grip,  dog!