Darsh has gone to a wedding...... so I've had the house to myself. Had a good old sort out, I want to move and we don't need all this rubbish. I now need a jumble sale to get rid of all these boxes. The bin men should be here in the morning so Darsh wont miss everything in there [He goes through the bin and fishes out anything he thinks might just be useful, even if we haven't used it in the last 20 years- you never know!] I'd just sorted a box out from the loft when Sandra turned up with a pile of books I lent her last year " Oh well" she said "you've got room now to put these up there" Bang goes my newly sorted space-it barely lasted an hour.
Rather cold and windy today, too cold for in the garden so I put off emptying the dormobile. I need to get rid of all those papers in there, I seem to have used up all the good ones and the left overs are taking up too much space. Darsh has got the dormobile jacked up so high that I can barely climb into it, he jacked it up with out thinking about the roof above it and so the vehicle roof is virtually touching the lean-to. Another couple of inches would have been a disaster for my rubbish hoarding husband, and a darned good giggle for me!
An overly enthusiastic spaniel ran straight into me in the park this morning, he obviously thought he knew me and he forgot to stop runningas he bowled into me. It was like been hit by a furry cannon ball, he nearly knocked me over and my knee is quite sore tonight.
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