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…would anyone even suggest that I have a girly bedroom?
Alice.
Alice.
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I've been feeling a bit "blah" today. Although I did get a few things done. Got the new ceiling light fitted in the bathroom. The b/f (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shinydan) knows the saga, but briefly, antique brass effect seems to be currently out of fashion - most things are silver or white. Eventually got the replacement eyeball spot from B&Q in Stockport. While fitting it discovered why the lamp holder in the old one had started to crumble; the fitting had been covered by the loft insulation. This is so very not recommended due to heat build up from 100W spot lamps. I therefore had to go into the loft to sort it out. Job duly done I had to have a shower because:
Washing suitably pegged out, I disappeared off to do the shopping, wandered through M&S where I saw a few nice skirts, but not nice enough to persuade me to part with £45 for one. None of the other clothes shops managed to have anything that appealed either. Maybe I'm shopped out at the moment. A quick wander round the food shops provided the wherewithal to make dinner and curry to freeze.
On return home bunged another load of washing in, with finished and was pegged out with just enough time to get to the pub before the start of the Grand National.
Watched that while being blathered at by a very drunk postman. Fortunately he is a good friend, but he'd had far more than was sensible. A year ago I'd probably have been in the same state.
Unusually for me I stayed to watch the footie (I'm not a great fan). During the match I realised what would have made it perfect, that being snuggled up with Dan while watching the game.
Memo: 5 pints of lime and soda is a lot of fluid, and the ladies loo obstinately remains extremely pink...
Now, I always used to find the ogling of passing girls, by the blokes in the pub a bit of a irritation. Now however, I'm beginning to find such behaviour boorish and unacceptable. But what to do about it? I suppose at the end of the there isn't anything I can do really.
So that folks was my Saturday. All that's left is to have my dinner, and catch up with email and Cix.
Alice.
shinydan) knows the saga, but briefly, antique brass effect seems to be currently out of fashion - most things are silver or white. Eventually got the replacement eyeball spot from B&Q in Stockport. While fitting it discovered why the lamp holder in the old one had started to crumble; the fitting had been covered by the loft insulation. This is so very not recommended due to heat build up from 100W spot lamps. I therefore had to go into the loft to sort it out. Job duly done I had to have a shower because:- the loft is very dirty (there's over a century of grime up there)
- it's probably wise to wear more than a pair of knickers when crawling around in the loft.
- it was rather sweaty up there even at 10AM
Washing suitably pegged out, I disappeared off to do the shopping, wandered through M&S where I saw a few nice skirts, but not nice enough to persuade me to part with £45 for one. None of the other clothes shops managed to have anything that appealed either. Maybe I'm shopped out at the moment. A quick wander round the food shops provided the wherewithal to make dinner and curry to freeze.
On return home bunged another load of washing in, with finished and was pegged out with just enough time to get to the pub before the start of the Grand National.
Watched that while being blathered at by a very drunk postman. Fortunately he is a good friend, but he'd had far more than was sensible. A year ago I'd probably have been in the same state.
Unusually for me I stayed to watch the footie (I'm not a great fan). During the match I realised what would have made it perfect, that being snuggled up with Dan while watching the game.
Memo: 5 pints of lime and soda is a lot of fluid, and the ladies loo obstinately remains extremely pink...
Now, I always used to find the ogling of passing girls, by the blokes in the pub a bit of a irritation. Now however, I'm beginning to find such behaviour boorish and unacceptable. But what to do about it? I suppose at the end of the there isn't anything I can do really.
So that folks was my Saturday. All that's left is to have my dinner, and catch up with email and Cix.
Alice.
Not a lot that could be classed as significant has happened since the last time I posted.
I'm still waiting for a clinic appointment, although I am allegedly on the waiting list. But the wheels of the NHS grind slowly.
A new disk in the desktop PC lasted a whole 3 days. Brilliant eh? The old dodgy IBM Deathstar lasted 5 years.
Didn't have an overly brilliant Saturday:
Sunday was a bit better.
Today continued the trail of mishaps...
Let's see if I can get through Tuesday without putting holes in myself. The chances are not good, I need to do a bit of joinery, so it wouldn't surprise me if I buried a wood chisel in my flesh at some point.
Alice.
I'm still waiting for a clinic appointment, although I am allegedly on the waiting list. But the wheels of the NHS grind slowly.
A new disk in the desktop PC lasted a whole 3 days. Brilliant eh? The old dodgy IBM Deathstar lasted 5 years.
Didn't have an overly brilliant Saturday:
- Spent part of the morning getting a code release for the company website up on to the server. (No, it's not my code).
- went into town to do the shopping after lunch. Managed to trip and cut a toe on a jagged lump of concrete --- thank you VRBC.
- Had a run in with a youth, I'm wandering down the main shopping street in town wearing a black velvet skirt, youth leaves his mates and comes over, "you gay or summat?". "Why? You cruising?" Cue his mates collapsing with laughter.
Sunday was a bit better.
- Furniture rearrangement happened. So, it's goodbye grey fabric covered chesterfield, and welcome to green leather covered sofa. Suppose the old one better go on freecycle, along with an enormous old chest of drawers.
- sliced index finger open moving chest of drawers --- yet more of my blood leaking away.
- had a curry for dinner at a friends house, ended up sitting on the lounge floor nattering. There appears to be something missing there, oh yes, a green leather sofa...
- bottled up another batch of pickled onions
Today continued the trail of mishaps...
- missed the train this morning.
- work was busy, as a result of a reorganisation of desks and personnel into the newly fitted out part of the building. The furniture move was done on Saturday.
- finished tidying up at home after the weekends efforts.
- rehung the lounge door with normal hinges rather than rising butt hinges. In doing this I appear to have done my back in.
- improved the cable routing for the DVD player etc., by putting extra holes in the back of the unit. However, afterwards, whilst putting the tools away, I managed to bury the tip of a wood drill bit in my thigh, guess what? More blood leaking away.
Let's see if I can get through Tuesday without putting holes in myself. The chances are not good, I need to do a bit of joinery, so it wouldn't surprise me if I buried a wood chisel in my flesh at some point.
Alice.