It has been another still October day.
Actually when I think about it, it hasn’t been especially still, although it has been pleasingly calm and mild by Cumbrian standards. There has been enough wind to dry the washing and it hasn’t rained. Also I only needed one jersey when I went to the post office. Practically a heatwave.
I have been tootling about at home, obviously only until it was time to come out to the taxi rank, because of the projected shopping on Thursday. Oliver went off to work with Mark this morning, because he has become bored with the cyber-universe already and wished for some more corporeal adventures.
They have been installing radio equipment on the roof of some tall building in Ulverston, and I have attached a photograph to show you just how brave they are being. I understand that there are ladders involved and probably some exciting scrambling about. I think probably I do not need to know the details. Adventures are good for building character.
I have not had any adventures. I have been sewing curtain valances and ties. I have made all of these now but have not had time to sew the ties to the curtains. I will have to do that bit tomorrow. If I do not sew the ties to the curtains then whenever I close them I will be left with a handful of ties and nowhere to put them, and eventually Mark will use them for holding up a broken water pipe or something.
It all got very rushed towards the end and I stabbed my fingers a lot because of hurrying up. Fortunately the curtains are such dark orange that the bloodstains do not show, what a good job I did not get yellow ones. I have tied the curtains up anyway, and think they are looking splendid. I did not take a photograph because I think you might be getting bored with photographs of living room curtains taken from a dozen different angles by now. Even with new ties I expect they would still be dull.
I am, however, pleased to announce that Mark has put the last panes of glass in the conservatory.
This is cause for celebration.
He put some in last night in between coming home from rural broadband and going to work on the taxi rank. Then he put the last one in this morning before rural broadband. He could do this because he had to wait at home for half an hour so that Autoparts could deliver a battery which he needed to take to work with him.
It is such a nuisance that he needs to spend so much time asleep. We could achieve so much more if he didn’t have to keep going to bed.
It is peculiar to see how very different the conservatory looks with the last little bits having glass in them. Now that we have done it I am not exactly sure that they were all a good idea. There is one in the bottom of the door, replacing a plastic panel with a horrid rattly cat flap in it. This was horribly draughty.
It is now glass, and suddenly we can see that it has got Roger Poopy’s paw prints all over it.
I think this might become its semi-permanent state of being. It has still got paw prints on it even after I wiped the first lot off. I do not understand how it is happening, it is not as if we ever shut him in the garden. He must just wipe his paws on it as he comes past.
His father is not very well at the moment. He seems to have itchy paws. We wondered if he was allergic to something and gave him an anti-histamine, but he has chewed them so much that it is difficult to tell if they are still itchy or just sore now.
Mark thinks it is because of his late night drug habit. When we take him for his last emptying of the day he rushes over to the bench where young people sit and snuffles around underneath. He is so old that we do not mind him having a drug addiction if he would like to have one, although it would be better if it did not make his paws itch.
I have finished work and am at home now, and have just had a glass of wine and cut Oliver’s hair with the dog clippers. If school objects we will just have to tell them that all the barbers in Windermere have got bat flu.
He is going back to school on Sunday night, we will have to get there somehow even if they have got armed guards on the border by then.
What an exciting world.
