Sarah the sloth
Having SUCH a lazy day today (feel terrible doing that when my hubby is off out working his butt off - YET AGAIN, it would seem, making up for someone else's mistake/error/forgetfullness). However, in my defence, I CAN chill out a bit today because there isn't actually much, in the way of housework, to do. I blitzed the house yesterday pulling out furniture, cleaning skirting boards, dusting everywhere. The whole damn thing :)
It's probably just as well - it's a really hot stuffy day today - not "nice" hot but sorta headachey.
Tomorrow, I've got to walk up to the local school with Rosie as she is taking part (with the Girl Guides) in our local carnival. Apparently, they've got hold of a load of guide uniforms from over the 100 years for the girls to wear (it's their centenary this year) .... as long as they aren't too moth-eaten and smelly (ewww!) April COULD have taken part in her Rainbow unit but it's a long event (especially if it's really hot) and I think, being only very ickle still, it might be a bit much. They do it every year so she'll get her chance.
So, I'll walk Rosie up and then me and April might mooch around the fair before coming back for lunch. I'm hoping that Tim will be back in time to go collect Rosie but I SERIOUSLY doubt it. His work have developed a penchant for sending him out with huge morning deliveries and then, when he gets back, sending him out AGAIN with other huge deliveries meaning he doesn't get back till some ridiculous time in the afternoon. Last Saturday (the day when we were supposed to be leaving the house at 5.30 to go off out for our meal at the Alice Lisle), they sent him on a second delivery to SWANAGE (which involves not only getting from Christchurch to Poole but also a trip across the water on the car ferry then more driving and then the same thing all the way back - it takes AGES especially if the traffic is bad). Anyway, he didn't get back home until 5.00 - his mum had to phone the restaurant and put our meal back by half an hour to give him some extra time to get cleaned up and changed and stuff.
The funny thing is, Neil (the boss-type person who sent him out) said something along the lines of "would you mind" or "could you" (go out again). Tim laughed when he told me about it and said "wonder what he'd do if I said no?" He said it's really tempting to just stand there, totally deadpan, and say "no sorry, too busy, got to go". Since Neil, apparently, seems always a bit nervous of asking Tim, I expect the poor man would probably burst into tears *laughs*. Thing is, Tim pretty much NEVER says no - in fact, I can't remember when he last did and if he did, it would have been for a genuine reason.
.... short break to answer the door .... oooo! it's the postman
...... ooooo! another exciting package which I know contains a birthday
present for me because I have been sternly forbidden by Tim to open
ANYTHING which arrives. Now, it's sat (with the other packages that
arrived the other day) tormenting me! My birthday is on Thursday ....
big birthday y'know .... I was born in 1970 
Right, enough of this silly banter - got to go - kids lunch soon.... byee!