Thursday 28th Mar

Mrs P left me with clear instructions to do the cleaning today; I’d been hoping to avoid it with the long bank holiday weekend coming up and Mrs P being off from tomorrow, but no such luck. So I set to with the duster and polish, all the while keeping one ear out for the doorbell. Someone from one of the local charities was due to collect the old 3-piece-suite this morning and I didn’t want to miss them, and I hoped my repair skills had fixed the doorbell yesterday. I asked the youngest to listen out as well, but he had his head in his xbox so I wasn’t pinning all my hopes on him.

Had a break for coffee, a real pleasure from my Lakeland one cup machine, and then ran the vacuum around. Still no sign of the collection men. So I cleaned the bathroom and washed the floors, and still no sign of the collection men. So I texted the eldest` late morning, to see if she would be back from her sleepover for lunch. She replied, no and she had only just had breakfast! So I did lunch for two, sat down and the collection guys arrived. Late, yes, but they came and removed the old furniture so job done. Typically I’d spent all morning listening out for them, leaving all radios and music off, Sods Law they turn up late and when I’d just sat down to lunch.

Jay-le-taxi was out to collect the eldest mid-afternoon, and then once we were home we were out again, driving back to the sleepover venue as shock horror she’d left her phone behind! I say this with surprise as I thought the phone would have to be surgically removed to get it out of her hand. Two later trips for jay-le-taxi, taking the eldest to and from work and the day is at an end.

I really must fit those grilles over the holes in the lounge walls, it is a bit Siberia in there. Something for me to think about over the weekend. Mrs P’s and my self-imposed Lenten exile from chocolate comes to an end on Sunday, and I must say I’m looking forward to my Easter egg.

Yours dreaming of chocolate

Jay

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