I shouldn’t really be blogging about doing any cleaning or tidying so that when people come the weekend after Easter who may well have read this blog, I can indicate my semi-tidied home and say “I am sorry it’s such a mess, but I haven’t really had time to tidy up yet” – thus indicating that the current state of affairs is far untidier and more cluttered than it usually is, rather than the result of a frantic attempt to make the place look at least habitable.
I am feeling really rather chuffed. After posting earlier today of all the jobs I had done indoors, I have since put two more loads of washing through the machine (next door in the “bungalow that is to belong to someone else soon”‘s machine) and put it on the washing line, we have bagged up another carload of garden rubbish to take to the tip tomorrow (when all the creepy crawlies have had chance to creepy crawl out), I’ve chopped up two more branches from the oak tree, pruned the blackberry bush and anihilated some rogue brambles which were causing a bit of a barricade to the shed, as well as bagging up the old shed roof (boy, was it windy this year) and the somewhat antique looking barbecue (boy, was it rainy this year… and did someone forget to put it away at the end of the summer, I wonder?).
Only trouble is, I really really really want to soak in a nice hot bath – not least because I have serious sciatica twinges in my left buttock – oh sorry, was that too much information? So, decisions decisions… a nice hot shower which involves maintaining a vertical posture; the chance to lie horizontally in the bath but soaking in, at best, lukewarm water; or just continue to stink and ache and hope nobody comments. I think somehow I shall have to go for the former, seeing as we’re off out tonight to watch Happy Feet at the theatre (where they show films, I hasten to add – they haven’t got penguin actors on stage).