Scrubber
There is a moment during the Big T that is today and believe me there is still plenty to do at which I realise the whole thing is like one of those puzzles with one missing piece that are jumbled up until you shift things round to put the pieces back in the right place. Oddly enough it is the Pit that is the key to the piece so I break down the door (er...well open it and return to the room that is meant to be mine in the house). Sort it out and I can sort the dining room. Sort that out I can sort out the kitchen. The living room is done outside of this chicanery as are the halls and stairs. Bedrooms and bathrooms tomorrow then.
All of this and the new hub arrives. Now I'd rather be playig with sorting that out. Ring BT to check out the story on the Hub Phone that I was expecting with it. Turns out that because I'm upgrading within BT I won't get the freebie hub phone. That's fine, I get a substitute bat phone sorted and leave it bleeping downstairs as it charges up. Reaches a time near 8'ish where I've had enough for the day, suspect I smell like a combination of a Turkish Wrestlers sock and a Monk's jock-strap. Throw in to the mix my right shoulder aches. Waiting on the folks returning to tell me I've- not done enough
- done a half arsed job etc.
