Friday 9th August

I start the day with some cleaning, but can’t progress to vacuuming because both the teenagers are still in bed, and so I make a cup of tea and catch up on some TV while I wait for them to get up.

In the afternoon the eldest and I go to Chester to take a walk around the city walls. On the way, we pick-up a new toilet seat,  (more of that later), and a bum bag for her. The online price for the bag was £7.99, plus £2.50 to ‘click and collect’. In shop it was priced at £12.99. When we queried this the assistant told us it should only be £4.99, but they hadn’t got around to relabeling it yet! So it meant a saving for the Perry family, which was good news.

Chester was busy with tourists. The variety of languages we heard as we walked around was very varied. I was also taken by the number of coffee shops there now are, and how busy they were. What recession I hear you ask. In addition Chester has a wonderful collection of old pubs tucked away down side streets, and it’s heartening to think that they can survive in these days of corporate takeovers of the high street.

When we get home I construct the new toilet seat, only to find it’s not the right one. Whilst the fittings are correct our bowl is raised at the back and I notice our seat curves up whereas the new one is flat, like all the others in the catalogue. I know I probably should have noticed before, after all I’ve been sitting on it for six years. So I’ll be taking it back tomorrow and trying to get hold of the manufacturer, to see if they can tell me what we have, and how I can get a replacement.

Did I mention the porch I repainted on Wednesday smells really funny, and not in a good way? I guess someone, somewhere, is trying to tell me that I’m just not very good at DIY.

Yours not very hands-on.

Jay