Woke up to a misty morning but when it eventually burnt off boy was it a beautiful day, it was so warm and with no fear of visitors I risked a vest top and aired my bingo wings!
Taking advantage of the brilliant weather I headed out into my jungle of a garden, it’s been so neglected over the past few years because of work and life, it was a bit of mammoth task, I really enjoyed getting stuck in and by the end of the day I looked like I’d been in a fight with a wolverine and the garden looked like a tornado had been through and trashed it but I think there was some progress, there were certainly huge piles of brambles everywhere, I will get my man servant to clear those!
Because it’s been so nice even my house cats decided to venture out and within a few hours the garden was littered with the tiny corpses of their victims one I found with a sickening crunch as my size six trainer ground it into the flowerbed, I’ve said it before and I will say it again cats are arseholes!
While I toiled in the garden, Giz started painting ceilings and it’s shouldn’t have been a surprise he’s a little bit shit at it but he blamed the lack of light (I suggested opening the curtains fully) he’s assured me a second coat will fix the streaks. With both of us busy the children set about ransacking the place………..I don’t know how long we will be on lockdown but it won’t be long enough to sort this place out, it’s like painting the Forth bridge.
I saw a fairly large group of ferrel teenagers on bikes, I’ve seen plenty on Facebook about people not keeping their children in but it was still a bit of a shock to see people being so blatantly stupid, if they contract Coronavirus it would just be natural selection but life seldom works that way and the older I get the more I realise Karma is just part of a really good song title from the 80’s.
I had to go to my shop for the first time since Mothers Day, I was a bit sad seeing it redundant, I have worked so hard to build it up and was finally getting there and then this!!!
Toast for breakfast (Giz did offer to cook more rubber eggs) Millie brought me out a good old fashioned cheese and pickle sarnie for lunch which was fantastic, sometimes the most simple things are the best! Nope still haven’t made that bloody bacon pudding, by the time I got back I could face cooking so Millie rustled up various breaded crap from the freezer with chips and sweetcorn, what I call a beige buffet, yes it was a bit poo but so pleased she cooked something for us.
We started watching War for the planet of the apes but had to turn it off because I couldn’t put up with the continuous barrage of questions from Fabian “why have the monkeys got guns” “mummy why are the monkeys riding horses” on and on they went, it was past his bedtime so I suggested he watched the first film another night! Anyway with him tucked up bed I watched the end of Rocket man, it’s only taken 3 goes to stay awake long enough see the whole film…..old age is a bugger!
23:00 and time for bed, my little dogs and I are bushed (literally)
01:30 awake, I wonder if Gary’s heard his alarm, he did say he wanted to go in early so he can get back to finish the ceiling.
02:30 awake I better get Giz up for work
03:30 awake again he still hasn’t got up
05:40 awake again I now want to kill him
06:10 I call him again and threatened him with certain death
06:30 the bastard strolls down I’m now too angry to sleep and as he leaves I wave goodbye to my chances of him doing a bloody thing when he gets back!
Life but not as we know it 