Boo π»!
So, 3:00am, wide awake, decided to get up and have a cup of tea. Went down to the kitchen, let the dogs out, switched the kettle on and in the process slipped, nearly flying ar$e over t!t. One of the dogs as peed a right puddle and unwittingly I went surfing on it across the kitchen floor π€¬. My idea of a relaxing nocturnal cuppa just turned into a nocturnal kitchen floor mopping up job!
I have two dogs, cocker spaniels, they are absolute pests. Old pests actually as they are 14 years old, now at an age where these types of “accidents” can happen with more frequency. But it’s difficult not to get mad when they do. Got to disinfect my slippers now! 14 years spent up to my elbows in dog poo, I cannot keep up with it. They don’t go and just do one pile each on the lawn everyday, instead they spread around giving me about 50 little piles of poo to pick up each day - delightful. The dustbin men must absolutely love emptying out bin, 50% dog poo.
Son no 2, is looking for a car, his first car. He found one online that looked ok, it was in a garage in Rochdale, and I drove him and the wife over this morning. It’s a good hour and half drive from here, nice drive through Hebden Bridge (village of the weird with clogs on, but worth a visit in anybody’s money) and over the Pennnes. Narrow streets clogged with parked cars and a million Sunday morning cyclists.
When we got to Rochdale, we found the “garage”. I wasn’t prepared for what I saw, it didn’t look very much like a garage as we would know it, instead more like a prison compound, for cars. We couldn’t get in! Mind you I didn’t want to, first impressions not good, there were a couple of wrecked cars dumped outside, and to be frank, looking around there you’d be forgiven for not knowing which country you were in. Do we really want to hand over a wad of cash to buy a car from a place like that? - No! As I tried to explain to son 2 as we made our exit, we are snobs.
He has since found another car that he likes, this time in Pudsey, let’s see how that goes π€.
And the decorating continues. The living room ceiling and landing ceiling have wood chip wallpaper. It was like that when we moved in 30 years ago! Of course she hates it and tells me at least once every other day, so having had enough I’m doing it. Now in the middle of scraping it all off. It’s a tedious, messy and laborious job. Hours spent on doing that, it’s not time that I’m ever going to get back, same as the 3 hours previous Sunday morning time lost driving to Rochdale and back. Still the ceilings should look better once done and I wonder what the next thing will be on her hate list (should that be DIY hit list?).
Right, I think I’ve calmed down now after clearing up the dog mishap, time for bed again. In a few short hours you’ll find me trying to gain access to one of the few remaining rubbish tips around here, see if I can get past the Gestapo on sentry duty. This is to get rid of all the bags of stripped wallpaper, and cardboard which we seem to have accrued in abundance and which finds temporary residence stacked up in the garage. Then I’ll be in B&Q buying tins of Polycell ceiling paint - you know that thick stuff that covers up cracks. Must get some more bin bags while I’m at it.
The joys of life π.
It’s now well past 4:00am, Have a good one everyone.
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