Still in bed recovering from eight hours solid painting at the cottages yesterday. Feel totally disorientated because mum keeps talking to me in a way that suggests it’s much later than it is, so I have a very peculiar lost track of time feeling.
Did a second coat on the hallway where it was needed, painted a little toilet room and then crawled around on my hands and knees for hours painting the skirting (and a bit of the carpet, oops.) Damn those textured walls are evil. *nurses grazed knuckles*
A trip to Nicky’s dad’s cottage to hunt for appropriate paint supplies also involved witnessing the full horror of the contents of his fridge. I can indeed testify that there is a very mouldy, barely recognisable last year’s birthday cake in there. As his birthday is the day after mine, goddamn that cake is 10 months mouldy! Eeew!
Spotted a very familar looking pink plastic Hello Kitty bag in the lost property basket. Nabbed it confusedly. Was wondering if it was mine, and if so why on earth I hadn’t noticed that I’d lost it, and hang on, it should have a matching wallet with it! *frantically tried to remember what I’d have had in the wallet* Gah!
Did my utmost to rescue a butterfly with a deathwish. Found it flopping in the sink and pulled it out, placing it on the side to dry off. Half an hour later it decided to paint itself custard yellow by rubbing itself against my brush when I took a coffee break. Peeled kamikaze butterfly off the bristles and carefully tried to put it somewhere where it could recover. It promptly dived back into the sink and floundered about in the water for a bit. I fished him back out and put him on the windowledge out of harms way, or so I thought. Came back to find him clinging to the underside of the ballcock in the toilet cistern. Had to flush the loo to get rid of the water so I could carefully prise him off. That must have been quite exciting for him, bit like hanging upside down over the Devil’s Cauldron, Lydford Gorge I’d imagine. Rescued him for a final time and chucked him out the window to fend for himself (and probably die of cold. Oops.)
Ooh, just looked up and spotted my Kitty wallet in the pockets on the back of my door! Fab! It’s not in it’s pouch so I guess the bag in lost property was indeed mine. Can’t believe I never even noticed I’d lost it. *duh*
Think Nicky and I did a cracking job yesterday. That cottage is looking quite smart and homely now. Mission accomplished I believe. Few more rooms left to do to spruce it up properly and the carpet needs replacing but as it’s let on Thursday, tough.
Finished about 9pm, didn’t make it over to the pool or jacuzzi afterwards though. The pool was having “issues” and neither of us had really eaten anything but chocolate.
Got back from the farm and headed straight for cheese on toast and the Internet, hadn’t spoken to Vile all day and needed my fix. Yay! He was online.
whoo! (ETA2)2 = 11 days!
Oh and having completely drawn a blank with the American Embassy on the phone the other day, the written request and sae that I’d given up on turned up trumps today. I do believe that I have been sent a copy of the K1 visa pack that they “don’t stock.” Yay! Will go check that over in a minute.
Still no sign of my full birth certificate yet though. 15 days since I “ordered” it tomorrow. *sighs*
Oooh, and I just remembered what I dreamt last night. Mmmmm.