Another day, another baked on stain

Another day goes by, another hot day to be precise. I spent half of it headbutting mindless and pointless processes at work. It wasn’t as bad as yesterday in that respect. I’ve decided that Scott Adams is in some way watching me at work. Yesterday was a non-stop process mire. This was yesterday’s Dilbert (sorry about the lame popups). Just right on the nail, totally described my day.

There is some solace in the fact that I’m obviously not alone in my pain-at-work, otherwise Scott wouldn’t get so much stuff right, it can’t happen by chance surely? It is scary that so many organisations are so screwed up that Dilbert is basically an honest representation of life at work.

In other news, I’m totally addicted to the last 30 pictures on live journal (not safe for work). In fact, may not be safe even if you’re self employed or unemployed. Make sure there’s no one else in the house near you. I can’t be held accountable for the images on that link – it’s the last 30 things posted to live journal and we all know bloggers are basically weird. The rate of new content is incredible, every 15 seconds will replace the entire page, and if you send the link to someone else you can totally expect it to look different when it gets there.

The guy who hosts the little script that does that stuff also has some really cool stuff on his main site. I love the frogger game 🙂

Anyway, I really should try and sleep.

BBQ

The BBQ last week was cool, just 3 of us (me, Grete and a friend), but it was still relaxing. We sat out until about 11pm – just amazing weather. We ate too much and we burned the ribs and the wings, all traditional BBQ activity.

The only thing that was missing was me dropping a charred-on-the-outside but raw-on-the-inside chicken leg on the floor and then fobbing it off on the person you don’t like. Since there wasn’t anyone there we didn’t like and since we didn’t have any chicken legs, we couldn’t do that bit.

Otherwise, 100% traditional UK BBQ without the rain 🙂

Sofa Bed


So it took Bubbles about 40 minutes to find the bed … I’m sure she’ll enjoy using it almost as much as we do 😉

As you can see, the sofa colour is cream which fits well with the original bright orange carpet and the orange, green and yellow curtains.

/grin

Close Encounters of the Fi kind

Visitors next week (ish) and then Grete’s folks at some point in the near future (ish) means another excellent excuse to do some house sorting. Bought a set of ladders today which will get us into the loft, so we can finally box some stuff and permanently hide it out of the way.

Onward …

Is this the floor I see before me?

The title won out over ‘I fought the floor and the floor won’ but only just.

It’s true. In the back bedroom, we can see the floor! Anothercar load of stuff (can you believe it) going to the skip tomorrow. Stuff tidied away, put under things, in things, on things and around things, until we can see the floor. There’s still a mound of stuff to go to the skip, and a bunch of books to go to the charity shop, but we’re getting there.

House!

Another full car load of stuff cleared out of the house last night.  Mostly CD cases which we don’t need, some video’s we’ll never watch and a bunch of craft stuff we’re never going to get around to using.  Some more boxes, some paper, some random junk, some random computer junk.  I can’t believe how much stuff we’ve thrown away and how much stuff there is still to go through.

Where was it all!

It’s like we’re living in the Tardis, every time we clear another car load, we look and the room is STILL full of stuff.   However, at least we’re making progress, and we did manage to hang up the LRP costume in a cupboard for the first time in its entire life history.  We’re slowly collecting some stuff for e-bay as well, buffy top trumps, lord of the rings cards, magic the gathering, a large air-con unit and various other bits.  Spent about 15 minutes last night trying to photograph the buffy top trump cards and failing miserably.  Either need a better digital camera or I need to work out what I’m doing wrong.  Oh well.

loan shmoan

it’s gone.
paid.
finished.
closed.
ended.
complete.
no more.
resolved.
fixed.
terminated.
returned.

today was the last payment on my 7 year loan.

i’m ridiculously emotional about it.

So it begins

Full car load of stuff just went to the local tip. Several black bags of paperwork, old casette tapes, boxes, bags, boots, magazines, etc., etc., etc. The back bedroom is looking MUCH clearer. Still full mind, but a hell of a lot better than it’s been since we moved in. There’s a serious risk of being able to see the floor in all 3 bedrooms *at the same time*.