I got up very early today because Hub was off to paintball.
Gap Boy had informed us last night that he was off out to his mates for the day.
Oh Bliss. Just me and Scoob and a flip chart sheet of Operation Chuck It Out Chores.
GB hadn’t given me a time when he should be emerging from his pit so I left him to it once Hub had gone. Scoob had been walked and fed so just me to sort out.
I wasn’t going to clear the dining room table off till later but a vase full of dying flowers fell over on it and the rush to pick up the paperwork, mop up the mess and move the left over Easter eggs meant that it got priority.
My nice piece of Italian brocade that serves as a table cloth got wet and old flower-smelly. It washed up well though.
Having shifted one lot of old flowers to the Krappy Kitchen for recycling, I thought that I might as well do the other two vases as well and plonked them on the beautifully empty piece of work top that we cleared off yesterday.
That meant that I couldn’t have breakfast till I’d done the flowers and put the vases into soak because I’d used up all the spare room on the work top.
It was while I was walking past the dresser that I remembered that I had to sort out my cookery books and put them into the small book-case so that we could move the dresser tomorrow.
So I did it. It took ages. Is there a mathematical ratio regarding the number of cookery books to the amount of cooking that you do? I had a dead heat between Delia Smith and Keith Floyd.
And I was quite glad that I hadn’t had a shower first or my breakfast because it was rather dusty shifting all those books.
I ate breakfast eventually, and had a shower and got dressed into something more practical than my now very dusty nightshirt.
I have been beset by disruptions and distractions all day though.
I get up from the sofa intending to do something and get waylaid by something else that needs doing. Some of the things have been a nuisance – forgetting where I put the bottle of water I just took out of the fridge (it was in the kitchen by the vases), others have been a blessing; texts from Hub, a lovely call from Bezzie Mate and from my Uni Boy.
On being told that Hub is getting a new kitchen door on his way home, UB asks if and when his room will get a new door, especially as BM stays in the room when he visits. UB’s door has been assaulted by GB on several occasions, most notably the one where he re-enacted the scene from ‘The Shining’ – “Here’s Johnny!”. A door with knife holes in it does not give a good impression to one’s visitors.
GB doesn’t actually have a door on his room. He demolished it some years ago and we said we would buy him a new one when he started to behave in a more responsible fashion.
He still has a curtain where the door should be.
At four o’clock today there was still no sign of GB so I tapped on his door jamb.
He told me that he should have been awake at a quarter to eleven but didn’t hear his alarm.
I felt guilty – it’s a mother thing.
I accomplished nearly all the things I set out to do eventually and I have project managed the rest of the week – my flip charts are things of wonder.
GB revved off on his motorbike eventually.
Hub came home with the kitchen door and fetched takeaway because we didn’t want to get the clean worktop dirty again,
Lovely Friend and her Hub are coming to help us clear out the Krappy Kitchen tomorrow so there will be more motivation and energy flying about – GB excluding.
Onward and Upward!