*grumps*

The radio told me t'would be hot today.

Well, t'wisn't.

Also, said radio propagated this lie and then expired, so I must shop for a new mechanism for self-deceit. *is put-upon*

Also also, the Lit & Phil is invaded by strangers from down south (Yorkshire way), who apparently hail from an institution called the Phil & Lit. How perverse is that...?

A practical man plans ahead

So I was thinking, the only way all these good things are actually going to happen to the house is if I make them happen; which means not putting them endlessly off and off; which means making a start, like, now. Now, Chaz...

So on my way home I thought up a little list of daily duties, viz:

Today - replace panel on non-leaking bath; sweep and hoover bathroom
Tomorrow - scrub bathroom floor, remove or flatten any projecting nails, etc
Sunday - paint bathroom floor

Which is a fine little list, and shall (perhaps) be adhered to. Only then I was thinking, if I paint bathroom floor I shall not be able to use bathroom for a few hours, so it'd be a good idea to do that and then leave the house, go socialise. Only then I was thinking, if I paint bathroom floor I shall be all-over paint after and want a good wash at least, if not a bath; and, um, no bathroom...

Hey, it's a circle. Square it!

17.39

So. I have:

replaced the bath panel;
cleaned the bath;
swept the bathroom floor.

I know the plan said to vacuum it too, and I did carry the vacuum upstairs; but I am all wheezy after sweeping, my lungs full of dust and my head full of chemical air, so I think I'll vacuum tomorrow. Grr: I hate housework. Next time round, may I please be born to wealth and privilege? *wants servants*

Oh, and I have also fixed the radio. By knocking it over, largely.

New plan, better than the old plan: I am going to sit here and finish this bottle of wine, while continuing the scene that I began this morning in the Lit & Phil and might have finished already if I hadn't been interrupted by an old friend and his teenage son dragging me off to the pub for lunch. Oh, my life is hard sometimes. And currently infested with teenagers, apparently.