a day wasted is never a day wasted. pfft

washing machineAye right!

Starting the new job next Tuesday, is what it looks like. This gives me three days or so to clear the To Do before working hours are not spent drinking tea and playing games. Amusingly this includes getting my kitchen ceiling remade after an angry washing machine in the flat above spewed its soapy load over my kettle. I am learning exciting manly things like ‘screeding’ and ‘skimming’, both of which must be gay slang for something messy.

In tribute to “the last weekend before I start work”, the Friday and Saturday past were utter chaos. The highlight was a trip to Penny Black on Saturday morning (opening hours 5am-10am, drinks fans). Sat in a total state sipping warm champagne and being astonished at the actual non-scary nature of the punters. Good fun but some terrible conversations.

Last night watched the frankly astonishing Liverpool victory with some colleagues, and drank according to their performance. Quite heartwarming in Scottish pubs to see a 110% support rate for the English side. People were going bonkers on the penalties.

In other news summer is here; the ivy is growing back over my block and framing the windows appealingly. In sunlight it appears as though a benevolent leafy Swamp Thing is hugging the block. In darkness it appears that hairy baby’s fingers are forcing their tendrils inside the house. There is also a spectacular explosion in the spider population outside my window. Spider Explosion!