Weather report - colder.
Well, my friends....if you have not seen The King's Speech yet, GO!!! I cannot tell you how much I enjoyed it. It is superb. Absolutely superb, and Colin Firth is amazing. I came close to leaping to my feet and cheering at the end - after holding my breath and clenching my hands....you will understand if you have seen it. You really need to go. This is one movie I will be ordering on DVD and watching over and over again. And my admiration for the King has grown immeasurably. Such courage and determination. But I need to stop babbling.
I was lying in bed (late) this morning - it was warm and I had no desire to emerge, when the phone rang. A friend wanted help with a curtain that was not working. What isn't working, I asked. The pressure bar at the top is disintegrating. What????? Pressure bar???? Huh???? I know I was still half asleep but even then I knew curtains did not have pressure bars. Well not the ones in question because I remember sorting these particular ones out years ago. So I crawled out of bed and even skipped the coffee to go and see what the problem was. Heading tape. Give me strength. Pressure bar. Hah. The heading tape had fallen apart. However, it is not urgent, and it can wait. Pressure bar.......mumble mumble.......
However, the coffee was good. One look at me, and coffee was being poured. Excellent.
And so my day began.
I went to the first singing rehearsal last night, and it was fun. We murdered the first part of Les Mis, but it was just the first rehearsal after all. And Blood Brothers has some unbelievably high notes. I am a little rusty, so did not attempt them. I mimed. I am a genius. I will get there. Hopefully, before the actual performance.
And today has consisted of laundry. Linen. Bedding changed. Dishes. Counter tops. Thrilling stuff.
And grovelling on the floor.
You know when you overstuff kitchen drawers, and then the bottom one won't shut? Because the entire contents of all the drawers is now behind the bottom drawer, and you have to shove your arm over the drawer and down the back, risking amputation, and causing all manner of grazing and bruising in the process while muttering dire imprecations at the same time??????? That kind of grovelling. I can't think how I have managed to live without scone cutters, 485 tea towels, cellophane bags, plastic bags, tin foil, black bags, fish slices and a sweet thermometer all this time.
Half an hour later I got up. The drawer now closes. Linds's achievement of this, the 21st day of January 2011.
Top that one then.