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.

Be warned harsh words may follow.

Still the music has been sweet and that's never a bad thing.

Locked Here In the Cellar

Friday

Late start because I Blink news from home, in and grab a coffee at the Meeting Place. Sort news, sort some stuff. End up promising to sort out a coupla archives at the delightful Gateway House for folks over there. Why? Because the whole thing isn't happening and need to keep them sweet. Chat FoI as Clair from Gateway calls - the telephone seems to beginning to making an appearance over there - unless I call them!

Afternoon bit of a financial panic, sorted but spreadsheet needs a little kicking. Apologies to Tracy. The good news is we still have dosh according to our calculations. Home via the chinese supermarket and cury as scran. Veg in front of the TV and catch up with various things on the Sky+ box. Seems to be working well.

Saturday

The family being away means I get a bit of a lie in today, not as long as I intend initially but welcome none the less. So a late start on today's news, a late start on the onion bread I intended to make. Need a few ingredients so as the onions sweat I scoot to Sainsbury's.

Home and the PC is being a pig as I tune into Five Live and carry on with cooking and the news and work the washing machine hard. Lunch is some of my onion bread and a hunk of cheese. Nice, simple and tasty.

Fall asleep for an hour in the afternoon, wake and decide as it's dry to mow the lawn. Timing is everything and five minutes post lawn moaning it begins to piss down. It is during the lawn moaning I discover the rockery out front is growing pint pots. Not impressed but remove the offending glasses which I imagine the owners have at some point pissed in.

Finish news post and cook myself a green chicken curry. Uses up some left over rice, job done.

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