No, not the Hitchcock thriller, but the head-spinning, room-reeling, can't-walk-along-the-landing-without-bumping-into-the-walls, disruptive kind. It's been a useless week. There was some good news: it wasn't so bad I couldn't get dressed and downstairs before motion sickness kicked in; the in-laws rallied round so daughter could get to her driving theory test on Tuesday*; and spending two days prostrate on the couch meant I could watch the entire first series of Life on Mars.** Great music, shame about the avocado wallpaper.***
So not a big week for progress, instead of decorating the living room I've been shuffling around the house like an old crone. But the floor looks bogging smart.
* she failed again, but only by two points this time
** surreal experience, lying on the couch watching Gene Hunt et al getting boozed up while the room oscillated about me
*** and we were so pleased with our new avocado bathroom suite in 1973...
Saturday, 12 July 2008
Monday, 7 July 2008
Guess what redux
They're done, gone, left the building!
Then the electrician turned up and fitted the cloakroom* light, moved the switch in the office and finished up almost all the odds and ends he needed to do. That elusive finishing line has inched a fraction closer. Then there's the small matter of redecorating most of the house. We've launched the campaign in the living room, fitting the oak flooring ourselves** - leaving the recommended 15mm expansion gap round the edges, unlike the joiners - we ran out of glue and weekend at the same time, otherwise my sore neck, back and fingers would feel even worse than they do today.
On the studying front, I've failed to do any advance work so far on the Level 3 Classical Greek course starting next year and am having one of those phases where I think completing my degree at the end of the year after next is too far distant.
Writing-wise, the short SF story I've been working on seems determined to become a turkey, so I'll shelve it for a few days.
* Yeah, we normally call it the downstairs loo, too...
** For those of you concerned about the fate of the faded swirly blue carpet, it is destined to become weed control mulch around the new trees we hope to plant this autumn.
Then the electrician turned up and fitted the cloakroom* light, moved the switch in the office and finished up almost all the odds and ends he needed to do. That elusive finishing line has inched a fraction closer. Then there's the small matter of redecorating most of the house. We've launched the campaign in the living room, fitting the oak flooring ourselves** - leaving the recommended 15mm expansion gap round the edges, unlike the joiners - we ran out of glue and weekend at the same time, otherwise my sore neck, back and fingers would feel even worse than they do today.
On the studying front, I've failed to do any advance work so far on the Level 3 Classical Greek course starting next year and am having one of those phases where I think completing my degree at the end of the year after next is too far distant.
Writing-wise, the short SF story I've been working on seems determined to become a turkey, so I'll shelve it for a few days.
* Yeah, we normally call it the downstairs loo, too...
** For those of you concerned about the fate of the faded swirly blue carpet, it is destined to become weed control mulch around the new trees we hope to plant this autumn.
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