This week...
Another week passes by and I'm tired. This week has been... interesting... for all sorts of reasons.
First up was the prolonged argument/non-communication of last weekend which seriously dampened my humour and made me wonder "What the hell is it all about? Really. When you get down to it, is there a point in me saying anything?" because it was painfully obvious (and still is) that me saying "I don't find the smut amusing. I find it offensive and quite possibly a little threatening" (I did say it... In a roundabout way) to some people read as "Thou shalt NOT speak to (insert name here)". Instead of "Oh, sorry. I'll tone it down/ask for it to stop" I get sarky comments and laughed at because I didn't find it amusing. Of course I didn't. I'm not let in on the joke in the first place. It has now gone back to me not knowing if conversations are actually taking place, and I think I will leave it at that. Let them get on with it if they want. I'm tired of arguing about it, so I shall sit here and ignore certain people, because obviously to them I don't exist, so why should I bother to act like they exist?
Anyway, I digress... I shall move on before I get irritated by the whole thing again. Frankly, it's not worth it any more.
Highlights of the week: New washing machine, and hopefully a new kitchen by Christmas. The guy came round last night and designed one for us. It was supposed to take about two hours. He arrived at just past six last night and left just before midnight. Not that I'm too bothered about it to be honest, because I am going to have a kitchen that is modern, fresh, clean and above all, a better use of the space I have. The kitchen isn't big. In fact, it's the smallest of the public rooms in the house with the exception of the hall and landing (not really taking these into account though because they aren't "living" spaces, just bits to pass through). Let's face it, the kitchen is tiny. It's so narrow, you can stand with your back to the wall and touch the units on the opposite side. Lengthwise, once we get rid of the God-awful larder area (very nice and functional when the house was built, but a waste of space now) there is enough space lengthwise to have the drainer of the sink (sink at 90 degrees to the main bank of units), a 5-drawer unit, washing machine, dishwasher, cooker, cupboard (I think) and a double cupboard unit. That's it. I'm getting more cupboard space by the addition of extra wall mounted cupboards (currently three, going to be 5 plus a corner cupboard unit) and I have plans for extra shelving which I can add after the kitchen is finished. Apparently it's cheaper to do it myself than to have it fitted with the kitchen, so fit it ourselves we shall. It means I will go through all of my kitchen stuff and have a good clear out of anything we don't need/want or that's just taking up space. I will also have more worksurface to play with, which can only be a good thing.
The rest of the week just feels like it's been hard work. I'm still trying to design a website with the help of a good friend, although he's technically just puting together what I give him. I have been doing all the literature for the site and I realised after he did a mockup for me to see that my pics are... well, not to put too fine a point on it, crap. I need to take a load more and then I think I will send the literature, pics and a few ideas to my friend and tell him to just build me something out of it. I seriously need to get it done and soon.
Work itself hasn't been too bad, although I keep having to ask for jobs to do because I run out of work too fast for people to keep up with my task list. I sometimes end up scratching around finding things for myself to do, like the library project I took on which kept me busy in my "free" time for a couple of days. It sometimes makes the days seem longer because I'm constantly looking for things to do.
The weekend looms large and I have no clue what to do with it. I have a whole load of stuff I want to get on with, but frankly, I'm knackered. I need to go find a new pair of shoes for work, and a new pair of gloves now the weather has turned cold. Cycling into work and home again, my fingers freeze. I also have to retake all the gown pics, tidy and hoover the living room and dining room, clean the kitchen floor, because they ripped up the last of the carpet tiles from under the old washing machine when they installed the new one and there's a bit of a mess on the floor still (been too knackered the rest of the week to want to tackle it) plus I need to get to the sewing machine shop in Salisbury to get a new overlocker foot for my machine, since I broke the last one and it's not quite working the way it should, although it still does a reasonable job in a pinch. Not really good enough for christening gowns though. I also need to start thinking about cleaning out the kitchen to get it ripped out and a new one put in. They said four to six weeks, but it may well be a lot sooner than that.
Ah well, I'm tired, and in among all those jobs, I have to get some sleep at some point. And cook dinner. And there's washing needing done. And ironing. And the bathroom is half painted and needs finishing. Not forgetting that the garden also needs a bit of attention as there's weeds in the gravel. And I need to tidy and sort the hallway to put the new shoe rack in that I bought last weekend.
I wanted to make a start on another gown to add to the collection, but I don't think I will have the time with all the rest of the things I have to be getting on with.
Ho hum... Looks like I'll not be having that lie-in tomorrow. Or Sunday.
First up was the prolonged argument/non-communication of last weekend which seriously dampened my humour and made me wonder "What the hell is it all about? Really. When you get down to it, is there a point in me saying anything?" because it was painfully obvious (and still is) that me saying "I don't find the smut amusing. I find it offensive and quite possibly a little threatening" (I did say it... In a roundabout way) to some people read as "Thou shalt NOT speak to (insert name here)". Instead of "Oh, sorry. I'll tone it down/ask for it to stop" I get sarky comments and laughed at because I didn't find it amusing. Of course I didn't. I'm not let in on the joke in the first place. It has now gone back to me not knowing if conversations are actually taking place, and I think I will leave it at that. Let them get on with it if they want. I'm tired of arguing about it, so I shall sit here and ignore certain people, because obviously to them I don't exist, so why should I bother to act like they exist?
Anyway, I digress... I shall move on before I get irritated by the whole thing again. Frankly, it's not worth it any more.
Highlights of the week: New washing machine, and hopefully a new kitchen by Christmas. The guy came round last night and designed one for us. It was supposed to take about two hours. He arrived at just past six last night and left just before midnight. Not that I'm too bothered about it to be honest, because I am going to have a kitchen that is modern, fresh, clean and above all, a better use of the space I have. The kitchen isn't big. In fact, it's the smallest of the public rooms in the house with the exception of the hall and landing (not really taking these into account though because they aren't "living" spaces, just bits to pass through). Let's face it, the kitchen is tiny. It's so narrow, you can stand with your back to the wall and touch the units on the opposite side. Lengthwise, once we get rid of the God-awful larder area (very nice and functional when the house was built, but a waste of space now) there is enough space lengthwise to have the drainer of the sink (sink at 90 degrees to the main bank of units), a 5-drawer unit, washing machine, dishwasher, cooker, cupboard (I think) and a double cupboard unit. That's it. I'm getting more cupboard space by the addition of extra wall mounted cupboards (currently three, going to be 5 plus a corner cupboard unit) and I have plans for extra shelving which I can add after the kitchen is finished. Apparently it's cheaper to do it myself than to have it fitted with the kitchen, so fit it ourselves we shall. It means I will go through all of my kitchen stuff and have a good clear out of anything we don't need/want or that's just taking up space. I will also have more worksurface to play with, which can only be a good thing.
The rest of the week just feels like it's been hard work. I'm still trying to design a website with the help of a good friend, although he's technically just puting together what I give him. I have been doing all the literature for the site and I realised after he did a mockup for me to see that my pics are... well, not to put too fine a point on it, crap. I need to take a load more and then I think I will send the literature, pics and a few ideas to my friend and tell him to just build me something out of it. I seriously need to get it done and soon.
Work itself hasn't been too bad, although I keep having to ask for jobs to do because I run out of work too fast for people to keep up with my task list. I sometimes end up scratching around finding things for myself to do, like the library project I took on which kept me busy in my "free" time for a couple of days. It sometimes makes the days seem longer because I'm constantly looking for things to do.
The weekend looms large and I have no clue what to do with it. I have a whole load of stuff I want to get on with, but frankly, I'm knackered. I need to go find a new pair of shoes for work, and a new pair of gloves now the weather has turned cold. Cycling into work and home again, my fingers freeze. I also have to retake all the gown pics, tidy and hoover the living room and dining room, clean the kitchen floor, because they ripped up the last of the carpet tiles from under the old washing machine when they installed the new one and there's a bit of a mess on the floor still (been too knackered the rest of the week to want to tackle it) plus I need to get to the sewing machine shop in Salisbury to get a new overlocker foot for my machine, since I broke the last one and it's not quite working the way it should, although it still does a reasonable job in a pinch. Not really good enough for christening gowns though. I also need to start thinking about cleaning out the kitchen to get it ripped out and a new one put in. They said four to six weeks, but it may well be a lot sooner than that.
Ah well, I'm tired, and in among all those jobs, I have to get some sleep at some point. And cook dinner. And there's washing needing done. And ironing. And the bathroom is half painted and needs finishing. Not forgetting that the garden also needs a bit of attention as there's weeds in the gravel. And I need to tidy and sort the hallway to put the new shoe rack in that I bought last weekend.
I wanted to make a start on another gown to add to the collection, but I don't think I will have the time with all the rest of the things I have to be getting on with.
Ho hum... Looks like I'll not be having that lie-in tomorrow. Or Sunday.
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