What not to not wear - or something

For some months now, I have been increasingly concerned at Keith's lack of sartorial elegance - no really. His everyday dress is becoming more like the surface of NASA. (Yes, it's that bad!) The main problem is that his work is changing as he is doing more key cutting and car unlocking and code resetting which, while it doesn't actually involve crawling under cars, leaves him looking at the end of the day as if that is exactly what he has been doing. To add insult to injury, he insists on doing all this in a white shirt, which means that, every time I put his shirts in the wash, I first have to spend half an hour going over them with gallons of that stain removing stuff in a pink bottle. Also, as he frequently forgets to take his jacket off before he plunges into the day's activities, that too is looking the worse for wear.
So today, I devoted myself to clothes shopping.
No, don't get all excited and jealous. It's nowhere near as interesting when you're shopping for men's clothes.
Anyway, the sum total of my purchases was a pair of dark trousers, a very nice dark shirt and a dark casual jacket. When I can persuade him to try them on, I might take a photo.
Then, I moved over to the ladies' section.
Well, there's only so much boredom even I can take!

Valentine Day

Valentine Day and a beautiful bouquet of roses and extra large card awaited me this morning. When I opened the card, I noticed a small drawing on one side looking, to my untutored eyes, not unlike a small swarm of bees. Casually, I asked what it was.
"They're Heinkels from the Luftwaffe," Keith replies, apparently slightly miffed that I hadn't identified them immediately.
"Oh," I say.
"Good, aren't they?" he continues enthusiastically.
"I'm lost for words," I reply diplomatically.
And I was.

NASA again

Nestling amongst all the other detritus (sorry - items) on Keith's computer station, aka NASA, is a substantial pile of correspondance, all the boring brown envelope stuff and a fair proportion of it unopened. The other morning I mentioned that, this week being my half term, it was 'all going to go'.
Keith misinterpreting my threat to mean everything on the desk, hurriedly brought home the wherewithall to rebuild one of the computers so that the other one could be dispensed with. I suppose it was too early for me to celebrate; I should have waited for the final outcome. So for the past few evenings I have watched him rebuild the computer, not like yer average computer, of course. No, this one has about 20 hard drives in it (only a slight exaggeration) which means that
a) it is very heavy
b) there are problems getting it to work reliably.

So it's back to the drawing board. The NASA corner of the living room is still a mess, there are only three cables less than the fifty million that were there before and there are still discs, boxes and gadgets everywhere.
Oh, and the paperwork? Well, it's no longer on top of the desk, it's now been stuffed out of sight into a drawer. Progress of a sort, I suppose but not quite what I had in mind!

Plaster board and dust

So, we're still no further forward on the British Gas smart meter front and I've given up making non-existent appointments with them...