It's going from molehill to mountain. The quiet predictable routine of my boring but satisfactory life has plunged into disruption and disroutine.
Jimmy has far too much time on his hands and it's not doing me any good. He's up as I go out to work, washing windows. He's washed all the curtains in the house. He's doing stuff. Like dusting and polishing my dressing table; re-arranging the bottles of body lotion - after years of amassing an impressive lake of body lotion, I have suddenly developed an almost obsessive enthusiasm about smearing unction over my body twice a day: I found 20 bottles in various locations. I managed to escape on Thursday without being nagged to take fruit to work; later in the day I received a severe ticking off, for 'sneaking out the house without a banana'.
Friday is supposed to be my day off, the day I mess around on the internet. Fat chance. Yes, I had to go to Streatham to settle the balance on our new furniture (of which we currently await delivery). Whilst there we looked for a toolbox. Now, colour me stupid, but I would have thought that a standard traditional toolbox would be easy to find. You know, traditional, slits down the middle to allow tiered compartments to open in a zig-zag way. I would have placed money on Woolworths selling them; failing that, Argos. There wasn't even one in the Argos catalogue. Jimmy thinks he will get one easily enough from Halfords, but Halfords is the opposite direction.
We did go into Sainsburys Local to search for puddings, but swiftly left again. I may write to their customer services. I do not especially want to be confronted by aggressive rap music when I walk into Sainsburys. I don't think it's especially the image that Sainsburys Corporately want to project. It probably attracts aggressive anti-social oiks. There's no shortage of alternative suppliers from which to choose. I don't choose to spend my time and money in somewhere that plays aggressive 'music'.
Back home, and it was non-stop work, clearing and cleaning the main bedroom. Yes, necessary due to the imminent arrival of new bed, and I can't complain about the logic of it. On Thursday, my colleagues, as is customary, wished me a good weekend, and I replied, I shall be returning to work next week to relax. I wasn't joking.
No time for internet, got to purge and blitz dining/computer room. TTFN.
