Life in north east England (yes, we've moved!) with an eccentric Welshman and a small white dog that thinks he's a Rottweiler.
Tidying up
I'm visiting Dad this weekend and, as he is suffering from a cold and chest infection, he didn't feel like going out today, so we set to on the piles of paperwork, unread stacks of magazines and numerous unsolicited catalogues and other advertising rubbish that continually flows through his letterbox.
After working from 9.30 this morning until 5pm, with a half hour break for lunch, we had it more or less sorted. Mind you, I did have to sneakily remove a few items which had been on the 'uncertain' pile, but then, as I pointed out, if you decide to keep things 'in case they might come in useful', you are placing an added burden on yourself. You either have to find somewhere to put it, or having decided that the object will be useful, you are then obliged to find a use for it, thus creating extra work for yourself. Far easier, quicker and more satisfying just to chuck it in the bin or recycling box.
Then you can sit back and enjoy the experience of tidiness and space. There is nothing like de-cluttering to give that sense of satisfaction!
Are you listening to me, Keith? Make sure NASA is suitably de-cluttered by the time I get back!
I have always wanted a minimalist look in my home.
I'm still waiting...
Flexible working is good for heart and soul
Flexible working is good for you, it seems.This report was covered this morning on BBC Breakfast. Most people would probably regard its contents as common sense. It's a well known fact that the more control you have over your life, the more content and positive you are likely to be and one of the main causes of depression and stress in the workplace is the lack of control over one's life. However, I had to smile at the comment from The Federation of Small Businesses that 'working from home did not suit industries such as retail or construction.'
No, really?
I smiled to myself at the thought of a burly road digger looking out of his window and saying to his wife,
"Can't be bothered going in to work, today. I'll just dig a hole in our road instead. Ring the boss and tell him I'm working from home, will you, luv?"
No, really?
I smiled to myself at the thought of a burly road digger looking out of his window and saying to his wife,
"Can't be bothered going in to work, today. I'll just dig a hole in our road instead. Ring the boss and tell him I'm working from home, will you, luv?"
Euro Millions
I made sure Keith had bought a lottery ticket for the Euro Lottery as it was a rollover week.
The news came through that a couple from Britain were sharing the prize with someone in Spain.
"Looking good," I thought, as I heard the news on BBC World Service sometime during the early hours of Sunday morning. I contemplated waking Keith up to check his computer and see if it was us, but decided against it. The surprise would be all the more pleasant after a decent night's sleep.
"Check all your email accounts," I said yesterday. "Are you sure there's no email?"
Today, there was a couple being interviewed on the news about their fantastic £56,000,000 win.
It wasn't us.
You know what? I was REALLY disappointed!
The news came through that a couple from Britain were sharing the prize with someone in Spain.
"Looking good," I thought, as I heard the news on BBC World Service sometime during the early hours of Sunday morning. I contemplated waking Keith up to check his computer and see if it was us, but decided against it. The surprise would be all the more pleasant after a decent night's sleep.
"Check all your email accounts," I said yesterday. "Are you sure there's no email?"
Today, there was a couple being interviewed on the news about their fantastic £56,000,000 win.
It wasn't us.
You know what? I was REALLY disappointed!
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