Wednesday Jan 23rd

Another cold day dawns, the difference being today I’ve got the paper round to do. Yes that’s right a paper round, I’m regressing to childhood (not that I ever had a paper round as a boy, that would have meant getting out of bed!). What it is, is one of the local free papers we deliver once a week. I say we but I mean me, as the children have shown no desire to help, and Mrs Perry does after all have a proper job.

So dressed up like an Inuit on holiday I venture forth as the school run is finishing. I have to say plugging in to BBC Radio 4 Extra makes the time pass as well as expanding my education on sixties comedy formats. Halfway round I spot a chap I know down the street going into his garage, followed by the noise of hammering. When I get there I stop to chat, a wide ranging discussion covering jobs and cruising preference. FYI, Mrs Perry and I have never been on a cruise, as she’s worried about falling overboard. As I’m leaving I spot what he is hammering, and I’m rather surprised to see it’s a pizza, with a chisel sticking out of it! Seems his wife got it out of the freezer and decided they only needed half out, with half to be put back. Sad to say the chisel wasn’t working, so I left him deciding which saw to try next.

You may remember yesterday’s delivery, well today under intense pressure from Mrs P, I’m required to construct a 3 draw chest. Primarily to get the junk off my sons’ floor and into the drawers. So I lay out the pieces (once bitten twice shy), get out the screwdriver and hammer, and look at the instructions. Having allowed 30 minutes to complete, it takes me 2 hours and one hammered thumb. You see that’s the result of the lack of planning and strategy I usually advocate. Still it’s up and no one else can see the joins. Only problem is it apparently doesn’t match the rest of the room, at which point my son and me look at each other as if to say who cares. I’ll tell you who cares, Mrs Perry that’s who. Still, her fault for rushing me, or choosing Beech instead of Oak. Though I do suspect that at some point in the not too distant future I’ll find out why it’s actually my fault.

Chin up.

Jay