Door Handles R Us. That should be today’s destination. I opened the back door to the garden and the flippin handle came off in my hand. Before you get any ideas we can still lock the door. It’s just another job to stick on the list. A time consuming one as, having just looked online, there are thousands of different designs. I’ll have to properly research it.
Having written yesterday that there were no jobs on the list THG spotted my post and as she had lots of time on her hands waiting for the train at Liverpool Lime Street stayshun she used it productively to itemise a load of new jobs. They will all get done, obvs.
This presents a dilemma. Today is the Sabbath. My 4G grandfather the Rev Daniel Davies was excommunicated from the Penybont Baptist Church near Llandysul for allowing his farm hand to work on a Sunday. Particularly grating as he was one of the founders of the church. They let him back in after a few years but there was clearly something going on there. A back story.
Not doing jobs on the Sabbath is not really a problem nowadays as I only do three days a month of what might be termed “gainful” employment and am therefore mostly available for other projects. Job list apart I know what these projects are and will properly get going on them once the summer is out of the way and I am more used to mostly not working.
I can’t conceive there would ever be a moment when I wasn’t doing something useful with my time. You can’t drop off a cliff when you stop working. It’s a recipe for oblivion. Brain death.
In the meantime I have to nip to the local food store and try and make some progress with my team selection for Fantasy Election – a bit of fun created by our Tom. Have a skeet. It is going to make the night of the election that bit more interesting and I may well see how late I can stay up for it.
The trip to Tesco was not associated with the Fantasy Election btw. Bought a few ingreds for tonight’s tea. A leek, cauli, celery and apples plus milk and eau de tonique.
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Went for a swim with THG. Whilst I was getting changed some kid kept shouting at the top of his voice “mum do you want a lift home”. The mother wasn’t being particularly responsive. Made me wonder what the story was. He then kept saying I can hardly hear you. I thought about shouting out “no but we can all hear you”. Didn’t.