Why a bastard should ache more than a person born in wedlock is open for discussion - but I do. Very.
::is old::
Hey ho. We're lying on the bed amidst the breakfast-on-a-tray debris, listening to the radio (I highly rec Stephen Fry's English Delight, should you be able to access that via pod cast or listen again or Some Other Method of your choosing), fannying with laptops...
I've had to take down the message on my website inviting suggestions for downloads because of a flood of emails from idiots begging for season one (sigh) and, in one strange example, downloads of QAF, Num3rs and Starsky and Hutch. ::iz puzzled:: The offer still stands for you sensible folks who knew I was referring to Sentinel related stuff (that's not season one eps (o:). Hey ho, she sighed. I really need to get off my arse and redesign that website if I'm going to let it live. It's an awful mess.
Anyway, work re-commences on the House of Webb n Walker at midday. I need the mornings tofanny about on LJ recover my strength, drink coffee, eat toast and such and, imo, you don't get any more done by starting early because you will need a lunch break - and I find it SO HARD to get moving again once I've stopped. I musch prefer to start later and work through till 6 or 7 then stop for good. It works for me (and i don't hear Mark complaining).
Come to think of it, I could use this long, pleasant morning soujourn to write something, couldn't I? Instead of the online fannying ::ponders:: It's a thought...
Mark's sneezing up a storm this morning. I'm hoping it's the dust and he's not coming down with something. A man-Flu victim on top of all this - just doesn't bear thinking about.
Next up, damp-proofing the wall I skimmed yesterday (hopefully, now dry), more plastering, sanding the skirting boards, touching up the exposed beams where paint dripped down them (8 years ago (o:). And shopping, for we are out of milk. And wine. And snacks. This situation cannot be allowed to continue.
::is old::
Hey ho. We're lying on the bed amidst the breakfast-on-a-tray debris, listening to the radio (I highly rec Stephen Fry's English Delight, should you be able to access that via pod cast or listen again or Some Other Method of your choosing), fannying with laptops...
I've had to take down the message on my website inviting suggestions for downloads because of a flood of emails from idiots begging for season one (sigh) and, in one strange example, downloads of QAF, Num3rs and Starsky and Hutch. ::iz puzzled:: The offer still stands for you sensible folks who knew I was referring to Sentinel related stuff (that's not season one eps (o:). Hey ho, she sighed. I really need to get off my arse and redesign that website if I'm going to let it live. It's an awful mess.
Anyway, work re-commences on the House of Webb n Walker at midday. I need the mornings to
Come to think of it, I could use this long, pleasant morning soujourn to write something, couldn't I? Instead of the online fannying ::ponders:: It's a thought...
Mark's sneezing up a storm this morning. I'm hoping it's the dust and he's not coming down with something. A man-Flu victim on top of all this - just doesn't bear thinking about.
Next up, damp-proofing the wall I skimmed yesterday (hopefully, now dry), more plastering, sanding the skirting boards, touching up the exposed beams where paint dripped down them (8 years ago (o:). And shopping, for we are out of milk. And wine. And snacks. This situation cannot be allowed to continue.
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Hmm, can't run out of wine or snacks! That's an emergency situation needing immediate rectification.
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And wine, there is wine - and chocolate coated coffee beans and - oh, loads of goodies.
Indolent? Ha! You're kidding. Indolence is our normal state of being. Doing a solid days work is a refreshing change. *g*
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Progress is continuing in your project, good for you. We are stalled for hunting season. The menfolk have decided we must have moose in the freezer this year.
I'm not sure why, they'll be tearing up the kitchen (after I get to go fishing) and then how will I cook said moose?Over an open fire...? that's why we have crock pots I guess.
*eta either I need new glasses or the submit and preview buttons here have a gray font on a blue field....::lol::
Don't work too hard.
We have snacks...
I'm afraid I can't share the enthusiasm for hunting or eating moose so I wish failure on your menfolk. (o:
The house is progressing nicely, thanks. I have surveyed the progress and it is good.
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It's pretty good for ground meat for chili or such and sausage but me I prefer beef or chicken.
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Oh lordy - you're still at it. I feel guilty for not living closer and coming round to help.
Um, with you in spirit (vodka) and sending you good vibes (also vodka)
I feel guilty for not living closer and coming round to help.
More plastering and gunking tomorrow - maybe even making a start on the painting. It'll be lovely when it's done (she keeps telling herself). The local cats, accustomed as they are to popping in and out when they please are most discombobulated. They've taken to sitting on the bin, staring balefully with outraged expressions as I apologise and abase myself for the inconvenience.
I do have wine. It's from Aldi; it was very cheap and correspondingly rough but it does the trick.
I'm off to bed now anyway, another day at the metaphorical coal-face tomorrow. All that up and downing on the step ladder's doing wonders for my thighs. There's a silver lining to every cloud y'see. (o:
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Yay - thin toned thighs! Who needs world peace?
Hope it goes well at the coal face tomorrow - and slip the moggies some tuna and they'll perk up a treat...
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No tuna enters my house (what with us being vegetarians). They're very fond of a drop of evap. They'll drink that by the pint. (o: