Showing posts from July, 2017

Trigger's bike

Tasks achieved today:
taken boy to school to not get form signedtaken boy to workdisinterred and rode old bikeadvertised old bike for sale - a traumatic undertakingdealt with endless village hall accountsfitted kitchen cupboard door - badlyToday I booked the car into the garage to have the orange light fitted to the roof.  That way I can at least charge the boy for the now daily trips to work. The little charmer has taken to ridiculing me for the fact that I am at home while he is working.  What will eventually dawn on him is that the income earner pays the bills, a fact alluded to as he shuffled to the car in as yet untied shoes. He joked that he would break these ones soon, like all the other pairs he has owned, to which I was able to respond brightly that he might reflect on who buys the next pair.

Little victories.

This morning we stopped off at his school where he needs to get a form signed by numerous teachers to say he was there.  Failure to do so could result in his results being…

Day three: a modicum of drift sets in

Day three has arrived and this quite eloquently illustrates the problem with being one of the Great Unwashed. Day two appears to have been one of drift, with a large degree of pottering going on to no great end.  That's not to say there wasn't an appreciable amount of washing up, tidying the back room and generally giving the house a zhuzh but the impetus to change the world this Tuesday appears to have got lost somewhere around toast and jam time.

To today therefore and the need to hit the ground running.  This was helped by the need to get up early to convey the eldest to his job in a fancy cafĂ©. That got me out of the house and enabled me to carry out some useful tasks including a spot of shopping and some banking for the village hall I help to run - all vital stuff, you understand.

One of the most curious problems I have encountered with this changed life is that my wardrobe is suddenly no longer suitable.  Having prioritised suits, shirts and formal shoes for many years - o…

Day one: keeping busy

In an attempt to mollify my critic (she knows who she is...), on my first day away from the office I have:
changed two bedsdone a load of washing (second load going in soon)cleaned the bathroomwashed up and tidied up after breakfastwritten a job application in my vest and pants (okay, no vest but the phrase works best that way)made a delicious, reasonably healthy lunch using leftoversAnd with the sun shining and temperature rising by the hour, this not being in the office lark is turning out just fine, at least for the first four hours.  All I need now is a rich mistress or a lottery win.
I'll buy a ticket.

Leaving work

Off betimes

Leaving work tomorrow, I find myself alone in the office on my penultimate day.

What to do?

Should I write ‘Knickers!’ on every third bit of paper in the photocopier tray? Or a story comprised of individual words or phrases on successive sheets, proving both intriguing and annoying at the same time. "I know the report needs to be sent out today, Maxine but dammit, I need to find out whether Abigail marries Dirk in the end or if Jenny can lure her away to that retreat in Corfu, saving her from a loveless marriage!"

Maybe I could very slightly bend all the staples in the stationery cupboard so they don’t work or take the lids off the dry wipe pens. Paper clips are easy prey so they will be spared. I could put glue on the start buttons on everyone’s computer. Or blu-tack under the desks so it feels like chewing gum.

I’ve decided against the traditional poo in the kettle as I love a good cup of tea as much as the next person – assuming, that is, that they are not an annoying metrose…