not an award winning start to the year.
in my bid to be d.i.y efficient and sort out my house, i spent the day sanding down a flaky iron gate and fence outside of our house. nasty work, with lots of leaded paint so a trip to B&Q was needed for mask and paint stripping supplies. feeling efficient, i got a stool from inside the house to sit on during my hard work. three hours later, and the fence is looking scrubbed and ready. my feet and hands are numb, my bones stiff from sitting down so long. i get up from the stool, and stumble slightly as i rise- knocking the stool down the stone stairs behind me, an old entrance for the flat below. the stool bounces off the steps and before i can even attempt to grab it, smashes two window panes in the bottom flat.
my neighbour was understanding about it, and even knew some people who could help. they came out this afternoon to board it up, and will be back on monday to replace the glass. they've quoted me 85 to fix it. it's not the end of the world, and i've got the money, i'm just really pissed off with myself. i know accidents happen...i just didn't expect them a week after such an expensive christmas.
a bit lame.
other news: i'm obsessively working my way through my jonathan creek boxset, and spending a lot of time by myself in a bid to clear my bad head. flatmate 1 is still elusive. flatmate 2's boyfriend has returned from dublin, so she comes home only to change clothes. couples are ridiculously smug. flatmate 1 and boyfriend came up with the endearing chant 'big single liz' on new years eve. wankers. my ear is stuck between not getting worse and not getting better. time by myself is productive and soothing, so why do i feel such a constant heartache?
in my bid to be d.i.y efficient and sort out my house, i spent the day sanding down a flaky iron gate and fence outside of our house. nasty work, with lots of leaded paint so a trip to B&Q was needed for mask and paint stripping supplies. feeling efficient, i got a stool from inside the house to sit on during my hard work. three hours later, and the fence is looking scrubbed and ready. my feet and hands are numb, my bones stiff from sitting down so long. i get up from the stool, and stumble slightly as i rise- knocking the stool down the stone stairs behind me, an old entrance for the flat below. the stool bounces off the steps and before i can even attempt to grab it, smashes two window panes in the bottom flat.
my neighbour was understanding about it, and even knew some people who could help. they came out this afternoon to board it up, and will be back on monday to replace the glass. they've quoted me 85 to fix it. it's not the end of the world, and i've got the money, i'm just really pissed off with myself. i know accidents happen...i just didn't expect them a week after such an expensive christmas.
a bit lame.
other news: i'm obsessively working my way through my jonathan creek boxset, and spending a lot of time by myself in a bid to clear my bad head. flatmate 1 is still elusive. flatmate 2's boyfriend has returned from dublin, so she comes home only to change clothes. couples are ridiculously smug. flatmate 1 and boyfriend came up with the endearing chant 'big single liz' on new years eve. wankers. my ear is stuck between not getting worse and not getting better. time by myself is productive and soothing, so why do i feel such a constant heartache?
what is that?
would it seem shallow if I suggested the heartache was from not being drunk often enough? I'm kidding. i know the feeling.