Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Goodbye outside loo.
All my moving has been done. I have cleaned and left my old house to its wintry-ness and I am snug and warm in my ugly double-brick abode in town.
But I have a confession to make... now that the 'work' of shifting trailer-loads, cursing at the generator because I got the power off too early, and cleaning up mountains of rat poo is over.....
I just can't be stuffed unpacking!
I still have a car-load I have been carting around since the weekend, there are boxes unpacked loitering in every corner and I have no motivation whatsoever to deal with it.
Last night I sat on the toilet seat and it broke in half. To be fair it was a wooden one that popped at the joins. I whipped out my wood glue and hammer and had it clamped back together in a jiffy.
This morning I browsed facebook to discover that whilst I was jimmying back together the loo seat, D was very helpfully posting about it on facebook, prompting a healthy debate on his usage of the phrase "she sat on it with her big fat arse and is fixing it all by her self!"
Anyone got a trained man-about-the-house they would like to donate?