Random blog this morning (yesterday afternoon). Have just had rather a busy day and am expecting another one tomorrow (today). You’ll get used to it.
When I say busy, I mean busy for me/us. It started during the night with a thunderstorm around five in the morning which got me up to go and unplug the essentials in the front room; phone, computer, router etc. One power surge and we’re electronically cut off for days. Back to bed just in time for the Alarm Cat to wake me up again, and so to the desk by just after 6.30 and emails to do, things to check and so on. A morning spent working and doing some weight lifting (as you do), while Neil dashed to the post office, got caught in more rain, went to a Pilates class and came back with another bill for the shop we no longer have.
I made lunch and we took an hour and twenty minutes off to have that and watch an episode of something on TV before Neil headed off to a Zumba class and I set about the house chores: wrapping a few more presents (still loads to hope will arrive on Friday’s boat), and then hoovering the house from one end to the other, then polishing and tidying the sitting room, and then having a shave and all this while the cooker was absorbing the over cleaner I’d sprayed on it, after translating the back of the can to see if I needed to heat up or not. I didn’t, and neither did the oven. Then half an hour on my knees cleaning the inside of the thing, with Jimmy Somerville as my favoured throwback musical accompaniment, then tidying up some left over boxes, and now sitting down to write this before Neil gets back and I make dinner.
That should be followed by a postponed game of golf, all being well, and tomorrow promises to be even more fun with another trip to Yialos a possibility, and certainly more housework and writing, I hope.
So, that’s the kind of thing that goes on in our house during the winter months, in case you were wondering. That and picking up towels after it’s rained, putting them down when it is raining, checking things are unplugged when there’s a storm, emptying the trash and, it feels like, endlessly shopping. I’ll let you get on with your random Friday now and go and clean the bathroom or something.
