Wednesday 7th August

Leaving the eldest sleeping, with Mrs P having gone to work, I go out early to do the papers. It’s a warm morning, and I am surprised by how quiet the streets are. I get home and the eldest is out of bed, and in front of the TV, watching some American reality rubbish. Typical teenage girl. I decide I might have a go at painting the porch, and I decide to wash the walls first, not something I’ve done before, but it can’t do any harm.

I then need to go and find a new toilet seat. I bought one yesterday because the old one – as regular readers will know – is on its last legs. My final fixes have all failed, and there is nothing for it now, but to buy a new one. So that is what we did yesterday, only to find our toilet seat is not a standard fitting, and so today I take the new one back for a refund. I’m back to square one, when Mrs P has the bright idea to get hold of the guy who installed the bathroom (who we know), which I do. He advises us to go on the manufacturers’ website, and see if we can see one that looks like ours, let him have the model and he’ll get the seat for us. Alternatively, he’ll come and look. We take a look online and see one we both think is in the ballpark. I guess time will tell of it’s the right one, but fingers crossed as the current seat is now only held on by one wobbly screw!

I do get the porch painted, but as the walls are white pebble-dash it’s really is difficult to tell how good it looks. Once again time will tell, in this case the morning.

Yours waiting patiently.

Jay.