Yesterday was not a stellar day. No. Definitely not. What with the blog crisis, the twitter mouseover lark, and my phone being dropped down the toilet, I was not a happy bunny at all. My mobile phone, as we call them here in the UK. The one I need. The one with the alarm clock. And before you ask, the phone was in my pocket and it slipped out. Oops. So there was a hairdryer, a lot of slightly less family friendly muttering and a definite lack of serenity around these parts.
And then, for good measure, I decided that, as the aerial man is coming to sort out my TV aerial on Friday, I actually needed to clear a path for him through the loft. Bearing in mind that this involves a ladder, agony and an initial bit of kneeling, sauna like temps up there in the less than 4ft high crawl space, and I can't kneel or crawl...... you will understand that I was not a picture of domestic elegance.
Thank the good Lord Jean arrived to help. So I got up there, and then slithered along by holding on to rafters to the depths. Mopping the sweating brow. I either pushed the boxes to the hole for Jean to haul down, or told her to get out of the way for the heavy ones, and tossed the contents down piece by piece. Jean, the star, trotted up and down the stairs and the ladder for what seemed like hours. And most of the stuff went straight out the front door and into the car for delivery to the nearest charity shop.
I finally got to the aerial, which appears to be stuck to the rafter with gaffer tape, for goodness sake. It dangles, and is resting on a box. This can't be ideal. I could waggle it back and forth and given my very limited knowledge of all things aerial, I don't think this is right. But at least the man will be able to see it. And sort it. And make it all perfect.
So I slithered out. Dripping. And somehow made it down the stairs. I cannot describe how dirty I was. Or how damp. Or how sore. Not one of my finest moments, but what else can I do, and who else would know where it was or what to move or how??? Exactly. I changed, and then flopped on the couch for the rest of the evening. Moving at all was not an option. Many painkillers were also involved.
Today has been a slow day. I have sorted through the last of the boxes I evicted from the loft, and have spoken to or emailed my children to check if they wanted any of the stuff. They don't so far. Excellent. It will be gone tomorrow.
You do not want to know how many more boxes there are up there. Groan. But they can wait for another day. I need to recover first. I can't think WHY I didn't do this when David was here to do the climbing and carrying. I must be mad.
Changing the subject completely, Flat Princess ( I keep calling her Flat Annie!) is winging her way here for a visit. So start fighting about who is getting her next. I will be taking her on a tour of the sites. You never know...... she may even get to climb into the loft too!
Life round here is just full of excitement.......