The snow has almost disappeared, leaving a freezing slush behind it.

Whilst disappointing, I suppose it makes it easier to earn a living. We are quite good at driving in snow, mostly because we have always been so short of cash we have had to go to work whatever the weather, but since lots of people aren’t, it is easier not to have to try and navigate around their wreckage.

My sole snow-related crash was remarkable only because I wasn’t in the car at the time. I had got out to spread some grit on the steeply sloping road in front of me. Without my weight in it, the taxi gracefully slid backwards down the hill and into a wall, with me leaping and flapping helplessly after it, shouting rude words into the muffled whiteness.

It is cold tonight. I am wearing a vest under my shirt and two jerseys on top of that, and I am still cold. I have left the engine running in order to keep the heater on, because it does not look as if we will have enough customers this evening to demist the windows. 

I have been eating chocolate to keep my spirits up. This is a bit counterproductive, because of course the problem with eating for morale is that it is nice whilst I am doing it but leads to an uncomfortable feeling of well-rounded guilt, somewhere around the waistband area, a few minutes later. This can be ignored with the help of another piece of chocolate, and a cycle of wickedness is set up.

It is Mark’s fault. He bought me the chocolate to help with the hormones a couple of days ago. Tonight he bought me some yoghurt as well, which is kindly, but somehow not as spirit-boosting as chocolate. I am trying to make myself think of horrid poisonous chocolate and beautiful smooth health-giving yoghurt, and I had to eat two pieces of chocolate just whilst I was contemplating it.

There is never much time for Improvements at weekends, because of working and not getting out of bed. All the same we have hung the curtains today. They drag on the floor a bit, because they were made to fit the end of the house, not the middle. You will remember that in the centre of the house everything sags downwards, rather like me, and hence the curtains are too long. I don’t care enough to do anything about it, either in my own personal case or in regard to the curtains, and so I will just have to live with it. 

After that most of what we did was tidy things up. The problem with a prolonged period of DIY is that it leaves a rather noticeable mess behind itself. Of course we have tidied up as we have gone along, but all the same the living room was littered with stray bits of sandpaper, and odd screws, and crumpled dust sheets. All of these things are unattractive ornaments, and probably cause blockages in the Feng Thing energy.

This is the nineteen eighties Far Eastern version of the modern Scandinavian Home Improvement bestseller called Hygge. Hygge means that you have got to have sheepskin slippers because of your draughty wooden floor, and Feng Thing means that if you leave the toilet seat up, all your money flows away. 

I have got sheepskin slippers, because of having permanently cold feet, and also it makes the discovery of a dog accident less traumatic. We are always careful to leave the toilet seat down, but our money flows away anyway.

Maybe we are just too close to next door. I bet our next door neighbour is leaving the toilet seat up and never thinking of the damage that he might do. 

Perhaps we should have a word with him.

Have a picture of the lake.

2 Comments

  1. I absolutely admire the way in which, when nothing has happened, and you have nothing to say, you go ahead and say it anyway. Well done, and full marks!!

  2. I am very grateful to head the news that you are eating chocolate – it makes me feel loads better about drinking wine – at least our waistlines will match!

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