April 13, 2013

• A list!

  We haven’t had one of those in forever…

  • Change sheets
  • Take bedspread, coat, tie to dry cleaners
  • Photos of knitting (I’m nearly done on Al’s Widow’s Bigger on the Inside, which is just as well, as his funeral is Monday. I’ll write more about that when I’m through the whole wretched thing).
  • Tidy sitting room it is less worse. But I keep doing stuff…. Right now it has two mahousive pieces of poster board out, ready to be photo’d. One mahousive piece of board, random photos, a receipt book, some dying flowers and an awful lot of bags. But the fan heater has been put away.
  • Send more commissioner’s qualification evidence through Some sent. I need to .pdf lots of it.
  • Finish off K9 (he needs stuffing and decorating)
  • Collate the WhoDay risk assessments Bwhahaha. I need the assessments. So far, I have about two.
  • Make the wretched ribbons for Who Day – does anyone fancy a bit of a ribbon twist party on Thursday at coffee? I’ve got ribbon, scissors and safetypins, and want to make twists like AIDS awareness ribbons now postponed to the train journey on Monday – 4 hours on a train should sort it.
  • Sort out the felt llama templates for Em’s memorial
  • Print pictures of Em, get a photo album, get some really BIG sheets of card to stick them on It was raining at the crucial moment for the card, but lovely @ciorstaidh got me card on Tuesday night. Glue fest commences soon. done! Giving up on album for the time being.
  • Frames for Thanks certificates (x2)
  • Mail seeds
  • Finish the Bigger on the Inside nearly there...
  • morris at Spitalfields Market (there’s a festival called ‘The Big Weave’ on, and there will be sheep – I must take some antihistamine)
  • Cocktails
  • Laundry Wednesday, as I WFH then
  • Yoga postponed, N does not have yoga shorts with him!
  • Run

  It’s been a funny old week. Very black and white for a lot of people. I’m going to work from home on Wednesday, the day of the funeral – both my cycling routes to work are blocked off by the procession, as is the bus route, and, frankly, I don’t want to get caught up in any unrest before or afterwards. I also have a nice chap coming to fit the new cooker. The cooker itself fits in the space widthways, but the cavity at the back is a totally different design from the previous cooker (I could have saved so much hassle by simply ordering the same model, but it didn’t get such good reviews in Which and Good Housekeeping), and it won’t all sit remotely flush to the wall until I’ve had the gas connector changed, rotated, moved, or something. And I can’t have it sticking out as much as it is, there’s a HUGE gap for food to fall down, and it’s in the way. So, the gas man cometh, and the cooker will be legally fitted, even though N and I are perfectly capable of getting it fitted ourselves, apparently it has to be done by a gas safe engineer. Sheesh.

  From an iron lady to the gas man. My life.

  I was hoping for a lie in this morning, but the pneumatictastic drills started up at 8.10am. They have now, at 10.30, shut up. Highly annoying.

  xxx

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