I’ve been at home this week as:
- a. They had no work for me
- b. I’ve still got leave to take from last year
- 3. The kids are off school
As usual, I planned to spend my time wisely, getting several little jobs out of the way.
And, as usual, I’ve failed miserably and have – so far – not managed to tick anything off my list.
Keeping the kids entertained has been the main reason for my failure. That and procrastination.
The problem is, when I have a whole week ahead of me, I always think I have plenty of time and I put things off: “Oh, that won’t take too long, I’ll do it tomorrow”, or ”It’s probably best if I leave that till later in the week and concentrate on finishing that really interesting article in this month’s issue of Cosmopolitan”. And before I know it, I’ve run out of week.
Oh well, there’s always next time.
In other news: Mrs Masher and I bought a new marital bed. Whoo-hoo! But, getting rid of the old one proved to be a bit of a task.
Our local council have always been pretty good at taking away large items for you. Old fridges; ovens; washing machines; rusty bicycles, all just need to be left outside on collection day – following a quick phone call to the Refuse Collection line – and they are collected and taken away free of charge.
Or, at least they used to be.
I phoned up to arrange collection of the old bed and mattress and was told that it would now cost me £25.
Twenty-five English pounds!
I dismantled the bed as much as possible and managed to squeeze all the bits into the back of the car and took them up the tidy tip.
The mattress was next. Ever try to get a king-size mattress in the back of a family car? It took some doing, I can tell you, but with the aid of some rope and two kids and much huffing and puffing and heaving, we managed to get it in and down to the tip.
But, at twenty-five quid a pop, I’m guessing it probably won’t be long before the verges our local lanes become even more cluttered with household detritus.