When they said we were having two weeks holiday, this was not what I expected. When I think holiday I think \u2018chasing a ball\u2019. I think \u2018long walks\u2019, maybe even \u2018bucket and spade\u2019 or in my case digging with paws. What I don\u2019t think of is \u2018going round the house and replacing all the blown lightbulbs\u2019 or \u2018cleaning\u2019. To be fair the lightbulbs thing was pretty entertaining. Mum decided it was time to replace two bulbs that sit inside mirrors in the bathroom. It is not the most straightforward task which is why it has not been done for a while \u2013 the ten years we\u2019ve lived in the house!<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If you are going to undo a screw about a sink plug-hole then it goes without saying that you put the plug in first. At least it goes without saying after you\u2019ve lost the first screw down the open plug-hole. The job takes so much longer when you then have to search the house for a screw that might fit. For once, Mum was grateful that neither she nor Dad are very good at throwing anything away. In or house, if you search in enough places you are almost certain to come across a screw of roughly the right size. In this case it needed to have a matching thread and it probably tells you how much junk we\u2019ve got when I tell you she succeeded in her search.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Today\u2019s excitement is even more peculiar. It centres around the arrival of a table that Mum ordered way back in June. Apparently this is what she has been waiting for to finish her workroom. I have to disagree with her. I\u2019ve been and looked and as yet there is no dog bed or settee in there so it cannot possibly be finished. I was hoping that this might give the opportunity for me to order a new bed, but I\u2019ve been told I\u2019m going to have to reallocate one from another location in the house. This is what happens when she goes and spends the whole budget on a table. Life just isn\u2019t fair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Love<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wilma<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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