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Dec. 23rd, 2006 12:20 amMore eBay goodness dropping through my letterbox - I love it when the seller makes that little extra effort, one included a Christmas Card, another added a free keyring in with my purchase (warning of kangaroos on the road, so that will come in handy).
I had morning coffee and present giving, followed by supermarket shopping from hell - where somehow I managed to squash £57 worth of goods into just four carrier bags - and not one present amongst them - still not sure how that happened, but I have lots of cheese for christmas!
In the pm (bad timing really, I still have no stamina whatsoever - stupid chest, so was rather tired by the afternoon, and also pmt-y) Faher came round to "Mend My Door". Dad has only a nodding acquaintance with DIY, but insists of keeping in touch. (He is rather fab actually and always does things for me, just some things shouldn't be attempted...)
He decided that as my lock is jamming it isn't safe to leave - so he came round today - to take it to pieces... "Are you sure... do you know how to put it back together... it's not been so bad today." says I stutterring in the corner.
He took it out, he took it apart. Bits sprung out. Bits didn't go back. Dad went to DIY store. Dad fell over and cut his knee. Returned with expensive new lock. Cut it open, Changed bits round. Wrong size lock... Returned to DIY store (didn't fall over). Bought new lock. Changed bits round. Lock was right size... holes in door weren't. Stuck 15 matches in holes, thinking these would act as rawl plugs. Took lock out again - matches all in a hole in lock. Took matches out. Forced screws in non existant new holes. Door now locks!
I kinda watched and puttered, handed over screws, shivered as front door, by necessity wide open the whole time this going on. He is rather lovely tho.
Then (not influenced by people on my Flist at all...) watched Love Actually, fell in love with Emma Thompson all over again, hated the HUgh Grant storyline all over again. And checked out the extras just to hear the 2 lines about Starsky & Hutch!
Then I watched The Hamster on Ross - felt a bit sorry for him in a wierd way - it was great that he looked so well, and has made such a fabulous recovery, but he's still being treated 'differently'. It will pass I know, but even so. Looked good though.
Now - bed. Perchance to sleep? I did a little last night, I dreamy my Hamster (no link I don't think, turned into three guinea pigs, who had each had babies, so where I was expecting one hamster there were 27 guinea pigs. the main one called Pamela. Also I was wiping beetroot from the fingers of children at a big picnic table.
Strange.
I had morning coffee and present giving, followed by supermarket shopping from hell - where somehow I managed to squash £57 worth of goods into just four carrier bags - and not one present amongst them - still not sure how that happened, but I have lots of cheese for christmas!
In the pm (bad timing really, I still have no stamina whatsoever - stupid chest, so was rather tired by the afternoon, and also pmt-y) Faher came round to "Mend My Door". Dad has only a nodding acquaintance with DIY, but insists of keeping in touch. (He is rather fab actually and always does things for me, just some things shouldn't be attempted...)
He decided that as my lock is jamming it isn't safe to leave - so he came round today - to take it to pieces... "Are you sure... do you know how to put it back together... it's not been so bad today." says I stutterring in the corner.
He took it out, he took it apart. Bits sprung out. Bits didn't go back. Dad went to DIY store. Dad fell over and cut his knee. Returned with expensive new lock. Cut it open, Changed bits round. Wrong size lock... Returned to DIY store (didn't fall over). Bought new lock. Changed bits round. Lock was right size... holes in door weren't. Stuck 15 matches in holes, thinking these would act as rawl plugs. Took lock out again - matches all in a hole in lock. Took matches out. Forced screws in non existant new holes. Door now locks!
I kinda watched and puttered, handed over screws, shivered as front door, by necessity wide open the whole time this going on. He is rather lovely tho.
Then (not influenced by people on my Flist at all...) watched Love Actually, fell in love with Emma Thompson all over again, hated the HUgh Grant storyline all over again. And checked out the extras just to hear the 2 lines about Starsky & Hutch!
Then I watched The Hamster on Ross - felt a bit sorry for him in a wierd way - it was great that he looked so well, and has made such a fabulous recovery, but he's still being treated 'differently'. It will pass I know, but even so. Looked good though.
Now - bed. Perchance to sleep? I did a little last night, I dreamy my Hamster (no link I don't think, turned into three guinea pigs, who had each had babies, so where I was expecting one hamster there were 27 guinea pigs. the main one called Pamela. Also I was wiping beetroot from the fingers of children at a big picnic table.
Strange.
