Doing three long working
days this week meant for another day off work today. Like Tuesday I
had planned a lie-in, but workmen up the road started drilling
shortly after 8am. So I got up, only to find "Daddies Little
Angel TM" throwing dog biscuits all over
the floor. Apparently the dog bowl hadn't been washed up. So I set
her to doing the washing up and wished I hadn't: she used more
washing-up liquid in one bowlful than I use in a month.
I checked emails over
brekkie and found I'd been turned down for more jobs. I'm sure the
agencies don't actually read my C.V. and covering letter: I'm sure
they scan it and assume an awful lot about me. Perhaps another
re-write might be in order.
I got dressed, and did
another catalogue drop. it was a lovely day for it. And having spent
half an hour doing that, I then went into the garden and mucked out
the pond's fish poo filter. A smelly job, but one which needed doing.
I should really have done it back when I turned the fish poo filter
off back in the autumn, but such is life. And I continued in the
garden with mowing the lawn and mucking out the back yard. The
recycling had got rather out of control.
There are two schools of
thought on the subject of recycling. One is that you gather together
all recyclable material, and periodically take it to a central
collection point. The other is that you open the back door and fling
all sorts of rubbish out into a pile that you call "the
recycling". I think we are subscribing to the wrong theory.
I spent an hour or so
doing on-line surveys for (hopefully) financial gain, and then
"My Boy TM" came home muttering
about laminate flooring. Fudge and his entourage are moving house at
the weekend and needed to lay a laminate flooring in the new
residence. Having laid one such floor once (some five years ago)
made me an expert on the subject, and so I was co-opted to help. I
fetched, carried, sawed (rightly and wrongly), laid laminate,
took up wrongly laid laminate and laid it properly, and generally
helped out. Lacey's new bedroom is small, and it only took us a
couple of hours to sort out the floor.
And so home, where "er
indoors TM" was boiling up scran. She does
boil a decent bit of scran. Whilst in the shower I noticed a very odd
rash on my shoulder. I'm told it's from the heavy bag of catalogues I
was lugging about earlier. Let's hope so.
We then scoffed said
scran whilst watching a film. "In Bruges" started
well, but dragged on a bit. It would probably have seemed a better
film if I hadn't nodded off several times....
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