I've whinged about the
bin men before. Today they excelled themselves. They actually did
empty the recycling bin (because we'd left it blocking the
pavement because they won't walk two steps into the front garden to
get it). But having emptied it they then abandoned the thing on
the pavement closest to where the bin lorry was at the time.
Admittedly I only had a round trip of fifty yards to retrieve it but
it was as well that "er indoors TM"
had put lame daffodil stickers on it so I knew which one to fetch
back.
I had intended to go out
on a second recce for my planned New Year's walk today but the
weather forecast had put me off. So instead I took "Furry
Face TM" for a shortened walk.
About two months ago
someone did one of my Wherigos and said the actual cache itself was
in a sorry state. I never got the message, and only found out by
chance a day or so ago. So I replaced it this morning, and having
done so we carried on with our walk round to the park where we picked
a fight with a staffie. You would think my dog would have learned his
lesson from the last staffie who handed him his arse on a plate.
We got home just as the
rain started, and as "er indoors TM"
set off to work so I put some washing in to scrub. I then phoned the
washing machine fixer people. Our washing machine has a dial from
which you can select twenty or more programs. Now you can *select*
them, but whatever you select, it just does a quick wash cycle.
The fix-it man is coming
on Monday morning.
I then spent a little
time working on my presentation for the next astro club meeting. It
won't be as long as it might be but hopefully it will entertain the
masses. I also tried to get in touch with the nice lady who does the
bookings for the hall in which the astro club meets. (It's been
decided that we should try to change the date of the December
meeting). The nice lady wasn't in all day.
Seeing how the bin men
had done their thing this morning and the bin was now empty, I then
bleached the recycle bin; it had been getting a little bit whiffy. I
also tried to do some hoovering but despite "angle-able head
rollerball technology" I couldn't get it to work. It was as
floppy as the neck of the pheasant that Fudge had the other week, and
after a few minutes I gave up with the thing.
"Daddies Little
Angel TM" and Fia arrived with the littlun
and Sid. Chesse on toast was scoffed all round, then Fia went off. I
then met Cheryl at the KFC and we brought home second lunch.
The girls then set about
a mini tidy-up of the kitchen. That was nice of them. They also gave
the hoover a once over. The thing was as dead as the pheasant that
Fudge had the other week so we took it (and some rubbish) to
the tip. We then collected Lacey from school; she stays late on
Friday for German class.
I took the girls back to
Cheryl's where we had coffee and Rolo expressed his love for Sid as
only a boy dog can. It was at this point that I left the girls to it
and came home,
I dozed through "Upstairs
Downstairs", and then slept through episodes of Star Trek
and Bug Bang Theory until "er indoors TM"
finally came home. Apparently she's been driving "Daddies
Little Angel TM" home. had I known I could
have taken her home and saved three hours waiting around.
Bearing in mind I'm
working the next two nights I wouldn't have minded going out and
doing somthing this evening. Fireworks would have been a good choice,
but the constant rain of the last two days rather put paid to that
plan.
So instead I sulked...
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