When the sun shines, I go outside.
Handsome fixed my dishwasher - yay!
And the kitchen floor got cleaned as a bonus... well there was all that water that needed to be mopped up.
After successfully walking the West Highland Way last summer, something that I was not convinced that I could do even while I was doing it, I seem to have let myself in for a long-distance walk every summer. I don't remember the bit where I agreed to that! This year, we will (apparently) be walking the St Cuthbert's Way, which runs from Melrose to Lindisfarne. It's shorter, but has more ups and downs, according to the guide book and map which have just arrived. Handsome has agreed to let me practice my map reading on this walk, something he may regret when we end up somewhere else entirely...
I am very jealous.
Mouse had a school geography field trip today, and he and his class spent the day at Drumlanrig in the Scottish Borders. It was primarily a river-measuring trip, so they got to stand in the River Nith while they measured it's width, depth and velocity (they had to do sums for that bit). They all seem to have got very much wetter than I would think river-measuring merited... as in waist-deep wet... but they definitely had a lot of fun in the process, and the sun shone on them, so they were partially dry by the time they got back.
I'm not at all jealous about standing around in freezing cold Scottish rivers.
But, whilst Mouse was standing in the river holding the end of a bit of string, an otter swam past him, and that I am jealous about, because I have never, ever seen an otter in the wild (apart from a dead one, which does not count).
Hairy has had his bike, his main means of transport, pinched from his university hall. He phoned me up this morning because he didn't know how he went about reporting it to the police. He's never had to do that before. Annoyingly the bike was locked up and inside the padlocked (combination, so not that secure unfortunately) bike store.
However on the plus side, it is insured, the front forks were knackered and were going to have to be replaced shortly anyway, it wasn't a hugely expensive bike in the first place, and it might teach him to lug the thing up four flights of stairs and store it in his room from now on... although that's probably not allowed.
My dishwasher is broken, and I am desolated... seriously, since Hairy left home no-one really helps me clear up the kitchen after dinner - Mouse loads the now broken dishwasher, but that's it. Washing or drying up are outside his area of expertise. I can see that now I don't have a dishwasher for him to load, he will have to go and console himself by talking to BF on the eggbox instead. Handsome has the excuse that he does all the cooking, so I'll let him off, maybe, as long as he puts some serious consideration into getting the dishwasher fixed as soon as possible.
My Mama jinxed it, she asked me on Saturday what we wanted as a wedding anniversary present this year, then she said 'Or shall I just wait and see what breaks down first?'. Obviously it's her fault!
In part my failure to cope is due to a lack of serious ammounts of caffeine - because my expresso machine broke down last week...
Today was a national holiday - the banks were shut, post offices, libraries and schools, but all the shops were open. When did we turn into such a nation of shoppers that we can't amuse ourselves on holidays without going shopping?
Perhaps I'm just mega-grumpy today, because Mouse has been in a huge sulk all day, and by the time he'd started to come out of it tonight, I was so fed up with him sulking that frankly I wasn't feeling very forgiving.
Whilst climbing this afternoon, I put all my weight (and both feet) on a large orange hold, which promptly spun round and dropped me off. That I can cope with.
What I can't cope with was Handsome's (trying so hard to be funny) comment of "That's what happens when you're too heavy for the hold". He thinks I've forgotten - I haven't.
I'm waiting for the moment when he least expects revenge...
