Household Stuff

Finished a necessary piece, taking a breather before this next bit. It's war type stuff, and I need a good concentrated run at it, with no interference; a complete no-brainer today.

The house is full of people, every single one of whom arrived late... I was hoping for staggered visits, but due to time and traffic, they all ended up in the house together, the cleaner, the oddjob man and the plumber, with me multi-yakking at everyone. The cleaner is this cheery Bulgarian lady who speaks almost no English, is always late, cleans everything and adores the cats. The oddjob man is an excellent guy from South Africa who tells great stories and is immensely adept at everything except times and dates. The plumber is a tale teller of a different sort; he has just given me a scarifying quote for a new combi-boiler, something which will make less noise, rendering our back room a quieter stop-over for chums. He's got to be a Londoner born and bred, or at least lived here most of his life; it takes Old Town decades to achieve the ability to hand over a quote like this without laughing. Clearly he thinks I'm a complete idiot.

Two have just left; the Bulgarian lady marches on.

Tonight I may cajole larians into watching Band of Brothers at some point because I need big time battle tips. And today, once the lady has finished, I am going to take a couple of pills for my head, and start work again tonorrow.