Once again, sorry for the radio silence. I caught a cold that the OT had for ages and which I thought I’d escaped but had not. It’s one of those up all night with the hacking cough jobs, so following the current policy of looking after myself first, we did not visit my mother and I did not blog this last week. I just coughed and stayed in bed mostly. We were meant to be off to the S&H and his bride this weekend with a thing like a plastic coal cellar for keeping the lawn mower in that I bought prior to the germs and during a special offer but I wasn’t well enough and neither is the OT for flat pack construction.
The item in question very brilliantly has the assembly instructions packed deep within its shrink-wrapped depths. If you are buying it for yourself to assemble at your own home with your own tools all is well, you can wrest it from the packaging and find out. If it is to be driven many motorway miles to the tool-less offspring, previous disassembly is simply an efficient method of losing the smaller components without the aid of a patterned carpet, handy drain, pile of leaves or any of the usual aids to frustration. So the OT proved how modern he is by Use Of Phone to discover selfies and videos of other sufferers. Whereby he ascertained that a majorly necessary tool is, of course, the common or garden rake. Yes, always my first choice of assistance when erecting a plastic coal hole or similar.
But the erection of the item will have to be a pleasure deferred for a day when there is less of the coughing till sick and sneezing on the N&D.
Having some enforced time off (after having ordered groceries for the invalid by computer, first before allowing myself to become ill – but Jane! How can you possibly know what I want! How could you know – (dramatically) I need – – bread! Yes it’s in the order. I need ——Milk! It’s in – Water! In. Butter! I urgently need butter! (Arteries not clogged enough then?) In. What about those little things with the crab I have every week, I like them. In. Really? Well, I need, I need, I need………………..cheese! Yes cheese. Cheese is always handy. You can do things with it. I’m sure you haven’t put cheese in. No. Aha! I’ll ask the carers to get it and pay themselves out of the petty cash. Oh. Right.)
It’s amazing how after doing the shopping every week for three years you can get almost psychic with the list. I am so sick of shopping the OT does his own and I don’t bother. I eat his veggie leftovers and anything from the far corners of the freezer. And mushroom soup. If the OT announces he is going shopping and what do I want I say: mushroom soup. Because I no longer care about shopping for me. As aversion therapy goes, being criticised for doing the wrong shopping for someone else once or twice a week each week for three years, roughly about 200 shops or so, is perfect. There is hardly any food I can eat because of Coeliac and Barrett’s and now what I can eat I hate and cannot be bothered to shop for.
As you can see I’m full of the joys of spring but I have read the first six Terry Pratchett one after another and intend to continue even when I am better. I’m not happy here any more, so I’m having a holiday on the DiscWorld. I’m currently up at six for a cup of tea and the next book and when I’ve typed the last word of this I’m off to bed for more of the same.
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