Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Gone is the rain!
Up here in North Wales the sun is shining in a clear blue sky and it's going to be a beautiful day. I have already spent time in the garden starting off this year's tan.... and doing some work. The little ginger cat without a tail, whose name I do not know is wandering in and out of the house and fretting because I won't let her go upstairs. Lean Rimes is playing on the music centre and I am thinking of this time last year, when Keith and I were touring France on holiday. Not going to happen this year, I fear, but still, the foot is gradually improving.
And my honeysuckle looks as though it's going to flower this year!
Men!
Having spent the whole day getting excited at the idea of only having one computer in the corner of the living room instead of two, I opened the door to Keith this evening to find him triumphantly brandishing something computer-related in his one free hand.
"It's a new graphics card!" he said on seeing my questioning expression.
"For the yellow computer."
"But you said you were getting rid of it," I protested.
"I lied."
(Sometimes I wonder if he's the adult incarnation of 'Just William'.....)
"It's a new graphics card!" he said on seeing my questioning expression.
"For the yellow computer."
"But you said you were getting rid of it," I protested.
"I lied."
(Sometimes I wonder if he's the adult incarnation of 'Just William'.....)
A box too far
Housework
There's a programme on daytime TV about women who are addicted to housework. Yes, I know it's hard to believe, but straight after 'How clean is your house' in which female versions of Batman and Robin swoop into unsuspecting victims' houses and expose their filthy, unsanitary houses to the nation, comes this programme about women who are addicted to housework. (The phrase 'from the sublime to the ridiculous' springs to mind here.)
Yesterday and today, I watched this programme, (in disbelief) in between doing other things, in the hope that some of this fanatical zeal for a home totally devoid of dust might rub off on me. Of course, I'm on a non-starter here because of NASA (remember?) but I could start on the rest of the house, maybe?
I tried, I really did. I got the duster and polish out, looked at the hoover, considered the Mr Muscle..............
It's no good, try as I might, I just CAN'T get excited about housework!
(And Keith wouldn't notice if I did anyway.)
Interactively playing
Today's achievement is to have downloaded and installed the software for the interactive whiteboard and to have a lovely time playing with it like putting numbers on caterpillars and things.
Sad? Don't go there!
Sad? Don't go there!
Tidying up
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