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Date: 15 November 2007 09:57:05
So there I was, Thursday morning, no demands on my time until 3pm when I have to pick up the Smudgelet and his tuba from school for a swimming lesson. Well, a swimming lesson for Smudgelet. Just a lift home in the car for the tuba, who isn't even invited to join me in the spectators gallery to watch!
House doesn't need cleaning. (Well, it needs sorting, and some work needs tackling in the extension, but nothing that wouldn't wait an hour or two). No kids, no visitors, no rush to get out to work. And best of all, no workmen. There's only one bit of workman-work to do - which is the second fit of electrics and the electrician is busy this week - the rest is down to my brother and me, and my brother's up in Scotland for three weeks. So no workmen. None at all. Not even a "checking up" visit from the project manager or the architect. So what did I do? Yes, you've guessed it: I ran myself a deep and luxurious bath, sank beneath the bubbles and gently dozed in the warmth and comfort of self-pamperdom.
I suddenly became aware of M's customary knock on the front door. Typical! I knew it was her as she'd promised to come round and help me carry the laminate flooring packs out of the back of the car (the labyrinthitis still being a bit of a nuisance occasionally). So I shouted from my wallowing luxury through the window which is conveniently next to the front door.... "I'm naked at the moment. Come on in and put the kettle on!"
A voice from the other side of the blind (thank goodness we managed to fix the blind last week) said something rather muffled so I knelt in the bath, peeped round the side of the blind, and was rather taken aback to make out a black jacket with reflective stripes. M doesn't wear those!!!! A rather amused voice from the other side of the window said gruffly "I've come to take the skip off the drive. You'd better put some clothes on before you move your car, it's frosty out here!"