Working on Sunday

Well, now that I'm not teaching five days a week, I don't mind it at all. In fact, some weeks ago, I suggested to Keith that one way of selling the smaller stock from the shop, and to do some key cutting too, would be to go to a car boot sale and it happens that there is a huge one not far from us at Chirk airfield. It means getting up at five in the morning as it starts at six but that's all-right. It's lovely being up at the crack of dawn on a lovely summer morning. Of course, the more observant among you will recognise that this year, we have had precious few of those and although the weather was indeed fine yesterday, time is marching on, days are shortening and so we found ourselves arriving and unpacking in the dark. Now you would think that any potential customers with any sense would wake up at 5.30am, notice that it was still dark and turn over to go back to sleep. You would be wrong. You would be amazed at how many people were wandering around as we were setting out our wares in the hope of being the early bird who got the worm. Mind you, they had recognised that it could be difficult actually seeing what was available, so most were equipped with torches and a fair few were even wearing special ones strapped to their heads. Now that's what I call dedication.

Selling houses

I visited the estate agents again the other day, just to remind them that I had asked for some extra information on our 'for sale' board and so far, nothing had happened.

"Ah yes," said the nice man. It was the same one I had dealt with before. Did I imagine the fleeting expressions of 'Oh no, she's back again!' followed by the professional smile of welcome with a hint of anxiety lurking in the eyes?

"We do ask the firm that does the boards for us and sometimes they don't do it, so we have to ask them again. I'll do it now." And he tapped away on his keyboard.

So, yesterday the board was amended:

Estate agents do have a sense of humour - it's official!

Unwelcome intruders!

Last year, I was given an extremely useful present. It was a spray called Spiderstop and, as you would imagine, the idea is that you spray it around any places like doorways, windows etc to deter the wretched arachnids from coming in. The olfactory message that they receive is something along the lines of "Get lost! You're not welcome here, mate! Enter at your peril! We would rather have snakes, mice, rats or scorpions than you!"
Last year it worked very well and my blood pressure was completely untroubled by any of them. This year, it has worked well until now. Two night in a row the corner of my eye has caught movement of a black and scrabbly nature by the fireplace - yes, on each occasion a spider doing a clog dance and probably shouting "Yah! Catch me if you can, loser!" Apparently, they don't all get the message and leg it through the window or door anyway.
Well, I did - catch it, I mean - each time. I have developed a new strategy which involves a mad dash into the kitchen for the fly spray while Keith keeps his beady eye on the creature's whereabouts, followed by a prolonged spraying of said fly spray in its general direction, because by this time, it has gone to ground under the heap of cables behind the TV stand, followed by a good stamping on it as it craftily emerges from behind the armchair, thinking it has thrown us off the track. The first night Keith did the stamping, to the detriment of his tender feet, so he can't do it any more. Which, in itself is a bit of a disappointment. After all, what does one have a man in the house for except to kill spiders?
(Maybe you'd better not answer that!)

Ebay fever

A couple of years ago, I signed up to Ebay to buy some counselling books for my courses and very profitable it was too. I picked up quite a few bargains, not just books either. This Ebay lark can get so addictive if you're not careful.
This year, I have some books to sell, so once again I turned to Ebay, this time as a seller and I have to admit, it's quite exciting - the thrill of the sale and all that. I've sold just over half of what I put up for sale so the rest will be relisted and I have spent a couple of hours packaging the items ready for the post on Monday. Of course there was also the handbag that I sneakily and successfully bid for in the meantime, but we'll gloss over that. I won't do it again, honest!

Keep it in the family

Elder Daughter told me on the phone that, as well as being an overworked, exhausted, but job-satisfied registrar now in a hospital Somewhere in Yorkshire, she is also an honorary clinical senior lecturer. Apparently this means that she will be lecturing medical students, which is a salutary reminder to me of how time is racing by, as it seems like only last week that she was one of those herself.
But it also shows how that teaching bug is securely embedded in the genes - ya just can't escape it! Let's hope she enjoys it. Maybe the difference will be that she is teaching young adults who are there by choice....

On the other hand...

...as my new laptop runs on Vista, I have now discovered that BT in their wisdom, have not seen fit to provide a compatible driver for their Voyager 105 modem, so I can't run it on Dad's broadband. I'm not impressed!

Travelling south

Up bright and early this morning to drive down to see Dad in Bristol and, believe it or not, the weather has dried up and we have even seen small patches of blue in the sky! The best bit, of course, is reminding myself that it is Thursday and term-time and I am not in school! I still get a thrill from that thought.
In the meantime, back in the damp wetlands of north Wales, Keith has been putting the final touches to the LPG conversion of the RV. He and Giles have been working away on this project for a couple of weeks now and today was 'the day'. Would it work on LPG or would it just explode? It was probably a bit like the scene at yesterday morning's switch-on at the Cern laboratory - but without all the publicity. At a quarter past three this afternoon, I am pleased to announce that I received a phone call from the Team Leader (aka Keith) informing me that our particular little corner of north Wales was still intact, the RV was successfully running on LPG and wasn't he a genius.
Not a bad day's work, n'est ce pas? France, here we come again - well, soon anyway.