It
was as well I didn't go to the midnight showing of "Star
Trek" last night; when I went to bed I was out like a light
for over seven hours. That *never* happens.
Over
brekkie I had a look at my accounts. Having had last week's pond
failure has taken its toll. The idea was that having done a bonus
Saturday as overtime (a few weekends ago) I was supposd to be
rather flush. The reality is that after payday (in two days time)
I will have nine quid left. Oh well; I won't be replacing this
lap-top any time soon. But I shouldn't grumble. Things could always
be worse...
I
put the lead onto "Furry Face TM"
and we walked out to meet up with "Daddies Little Angel TM"
and "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM"
. The most recent fruit of my loin had ordered some stuff from Argos,
so we walked over to Willesborough to get it. I did think that her
shorts were a silly idea, an a field full of stinging nettles proved
me right.
We
got to Argos; I had a look in their catalogue. The mini -shed in
which the pond's electrics are housed is a little knackered. Regular
readers of this drivel may recall me getting that shed on the day on
which Michael
Jackson's death was announced. Looking back at that blog entry I
saw that I wasn't impressed with it at the time, and thought it would
only last a year. It has lasted seven years...
Argos's
catalogue has a small cupboard which would do to house the pond's
electrics, but it cost forty quid. I thought I might shop around.
Wickes had the same thing for over double the price... I decided that
the shed might last a little longer.
We came home, and it wasn't long before Sam joined us. Sam carried on the job of firming up the edgings on my lawn whilst I tidied up the pond's electricals. "Daddies Little Angel TM" made a seemingly endless supply of iced tea and iced coffee (I have recently become addicted to iced coffee) whilst "Stormageddon - Bringer of Destruction TM" played in the paddling pool.
With
lawn edgings edged and electricals tidy, Sam helped me (i.e. did
all the work) take up the stones from around my big dragon garden
ornament, lift the membranes, re-landscape,replace membranes and
generally restore the little shingled area to its former glory.
Kat,
Sam and Jake then really had to go home. But I was so grateful for
their help; we'd got loads done in the garden. Sam helped me load my
car with loads of rubbish and they went their way and I went mine.
Their
way being homeward and my way being to the tip.
After
the tip run I had a look at the mini-shed in which the pond's
electricals live. It was knackered. And then I had a closer look. The
shed itself was fine; it was just the roof that was knackered. So I
had a rummage in the shed. I had roofing felt left over from when
last fixed the main shed's roof. I had a little measure-up and popped
round to B&Q for a roof-shaped lump of wood, then spent a happy
half hour bashing roofing felt onto said lump of wood. Clouting
things with a hammer is always fun, and I soon built new shed roof.
An hour's work had given me a perfectly servicable shed again.
Bearing in mind I realistically expected to have to replace the
entire thing five years ago, I'm seeing this as something of a
result.
I
spent half a hour hunting out my secateurs, then made a start cutting
back the jungle which flows over the fence from our troublesome
neighbour's garden. After a couple of hours I looked at my watch. It
was 6pm. 6pm ? The plan had been to garden until about mid-day.
I
had hoped to lay the shingle I'd bought yesterday and to level up the
new filter box. Also for all that the electricals have been tidied I
really need to plumb them back into the wateproof housings. And 'd
plpanned to iron eight shirts.
But
all of that will have to keep to another time.
I
popped up to the KFC to get some dinner. "er indoors TM"
was out at her work's summer party. Her works parties don't take
prisoners (!) so I wasn't expctinng her home any time soon.
KFC was devoured whilst watching the fifth (or was it the
seventh?) episode of "Game of Thrones". For all
that I *really* do like that show, this episode was somewhat
akin to a porno version of American wrestling.
I
*could* have gone to see the "Star Trek" film
this evening; Steve had phoned to ask if I was up for it. But I'd
declined. A day's hard work in bright sunshine has taken its toll. I
think an early night might be in order.
A
day off? I've not worked so hard in years
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