Yesterday didn't go exactly to plan.
Started off well enough; long lie in, wandering round the mud stabbing everything in sight. Then decided to go bathroom shopping; luckily checked the website of the place I planned to go, only to discover it shut at 12.30. Decide to go to a couple of others, discover they all shut early too. Give up on bathrooms, go buy scarifier for lawn instead.
Get home, phone dubmeeters to check floor space is available (as stupid hostel all booked out); do lightening change & pack, phone taxi to train station.
Wait some more.
Phone taxi company, apparently he is 'on his way'. At 5.45. Train goes at 6.10. Train
station is 20 minutes away.
Five minutes later he shows up, and, to be fair, does his best. Arrive at train station just ONE MINUTE after train has left.
Catch train back home and decided to go to The Big Tescos and buy lovely lovely Katy as consolation. Do so. Get home JUST in time to realised I have yet again missed Dr. Who.
(total seen this season? 1 and a half ;p)
Spend the rest of the evening drinking Katy and stabbing things with being_here
, which isn't really a bad way to pass the time ;)
Then WOE mud crashes, there is chaos, limbo and talker loss; spend the next 2 hours helping sort out who owns which talker and returning them all.
Finally bed at c.4ish.
Today has, so far, gone much better.
More lying in (yay), it is a lovely sunny day and have already managed to cut lawn, assemble shiny new scarifier, scarify, water and reseed lawn. Also made a start at tidying inside, but have given up on that for now.
Lazing in garden with book is looking like a tempting option.