Sheesh, I'm monumentally tired. Coming back to work having worked my ass off all weekend isn't easy.
What was I doing? Building my shed (like a man, or something). I'm quite excited about it to be honest. I've always loved building things and this is the largest constructor set I've ever had my hands on. There's a lot to it though and despite working half of Friday and most of Saturday and Sunday on it, I've only managed (with quite a bit of help) to get everything covered in wood preservative, nothing assembled, and a nice foundation dug out and filled. The instructions are massively complicated and there is a bag of screws and nails the size of my head
That wood preservative is nasty stuff. One of the poor cats stuck his paw in it. I chased him for half an hour trying to clean his paw as best I could so that he wouldn't eat it trying to clean himself. Quite upset about that. I tried to hold onto him while my almost-father-in-law was trying to clean the bulk of it off with white spirits. I was desperately trying to explain to him that he needed to hurry up; there's a point of diminishing returns with a reluctant cat, and eventually I got my neck well scratched for my trouble. I gave him loads of milk to cushion his stomach (and to speed its passage, cat owners will understand) and he seemed fine. We let him sleep with us that night just so I could keep an eye on him. He coughed up a little bit of sick later with some preservative covered hairs in it but other than that he was fine, which was a massive relief.
My girl was off work with her back for the last few weeks. Strange as it may sound, it was great. She normally works Thursday, Friday and Saturday, 12hrs each in a job she's getting fed up of. It really messes up our free time; those days are so long and she's so tired at the end of them. The weekend is really only one day and everything you want or need to do together has to be done in that day. Suddenly we had weeks of 2 1/2 day weekends (I finish early on Fridays). It was like being on almost permanent holidays. She's back at work again and I'm already seriously missing that. We needed this job when we were saving for our house, I don't think we need it any more. I need her more. Or more of her. You know
BTW: I'm sad that no-one commented on the video of my lovely cats in the last entry. Take a look if you have a second and tell me if he's miaowing what I think he's miaowing
What was I doing? Building my shed (like a man, or something). I'm quite excited about it to be honest. I've always loved building things and this is the largest constructor set I've ever had my hands on. There's a lot to it though and despite working half of Friday and most of Saturday and Sunday on it, I've only managed (with quite a bit of help) to get everything covered in wood preservative, nothing assembled, and a nice foundation dug out and filled. The instructions are massively complicated and there is a bag of screws and nails the size of my head
That wood preservative is nasty stuff. One of the poor cats stuck his paw in it. I chased him for half an hour trying to clean his paw as best I could so that he wouldn't eat it trying to clean himself. Quite upset about that. I tried to hold onto him while my almost-father-in-law was trying to clean the bulk of it off with white spirits. I was desperately trying to explain to him that he needed to hurry up; there's a point of diminishing returns with a reluctant cat, and eventually I got my neck well scratched for my trouble. I gave him loads of milk to cushion his stomach (and to speed its passage, cat owners will understand) and he seemed fine. We let him sleep with us that night just so I could keep an eye on him. He coughed up a little bit of sick later with some preservative covered hairs in it but other than that he was fine, which was a massive relief.
My girl was off work with her back for the last few weeks. Strange as it may sound, it was great. She normally works Thursday, Friday and Saturday, 12hrs each in a job she's getting fed up of. It really messes up our free time; those days are so long and she's so tired at the end of them. The weekend is really only one day and everything you want or need to do together has to be done in that day. Suddenly we had weeks of 2 1/2 day weekends (I finish early on Fridays). It was like being on almost permanent holidays. She's back at work again and I'm already seriously missing that. We needed this job when we were saving for our house, I don't think we need it any more. I need her more. Or more of her. You know
BTW: I'm sad that no-one commented on the video of my lovely cats in the last entry. Take a look if you have a second and tell me if he's miaowing what I think he's miaowing
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jamie87:
yay!!!!
jamie87:
aw I hope you and your girlfriend get to spend ages together doing nothing at all but bogging around!