So what did you get up to this weekend Kerrio?

That there hubby type is away again, in florida, WORKING:


So taking advantage of the not-underfoot-ness of the hubby type, I decided to get some house chores done.

Starting early, I started to dissassemble the cupboard my Dad so kindly built...


Then, just before wielding the hammer on the broken tile, I climbed up to the loft to check for spare tiles and fetch one down. Phew, we have some,


so on with the hammer:



Having removed "tile A" I found that "tile B" next to it was loose and needed replacing too. Bugger... back to the loft.


Zip down to the tile center for some rapid set cement, then quickly slot in place the new tiles.


OK - three hour drying time.

Time to regrout some dodgy bits of kitchen and bathroom floor,
then sort out:
a) the leaky filter under the sink
b) the flickering light in the hall landing
and
c) the leak in the downstairs loo:


Walk 5 dogs then regrout the two new tiles and quickly bolt the cupboard back together before anyone notices and replace the contents of the cupboard scattered around the kitchen in the cupboard:



TADA!! No-one even needs to know I was there.


Time to feed & pill dogs, pour a glass of wine and put my feet up.

Don't tell Brian ok?

Revenge is a dish best served

Anyway you can.

There I was, lying in bed in that holiday twixt xmas & new year limbo, neither asleep nor awake when I dreamed I heard thunder.

Only semi concious I thought the weather was not THAT bad..

And then the wolfhound landed on me.

There is nothing more gratifying

Than the sound of Wolfhound paws galloping upstairs....

Followed by a squeal and an "OOF" as the Wolfhound leaps onto the the still slumbering husband in bed.

Some might call me vindictive.

Absentee blogger

oops, not been doing too well of late eh?

Summary:
1) hubby went away to Florida for two weeks leaving me alone with 5 sulky dogs

2) hubby came back with NEW TOYS:


4) Christmas season approached, youngest brother & girlfriend (Sam & Vicky) turned up. Decorations erected:

Including the new outside lights (thanks Sam!)


The indoor lights....


new macro shot ( I LOVE this lens!):


5) Ensuing silliness with fisheye was participated in by all:


6) Bread and butter pudding was demolished:


7) caught a cold. Tonight I will be dropping youngest brother off at the airport to fly home to summer. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous. I am not jealous.

I believe me now.

The Problem with Brian being away

Is that I run out of dog food forks long before I fill the dishwasher.

Bummer.

Oh well, home alone for the weekend with 5 snoring dogs, nothing for it but to light the fire, and put my feet up, it's Fiday night after all.

Car crisis

We had a minor car crisis last night. Went to open the car to take the dogs down to the river and the alarm went off, and we could not switch it off.

After pulling fuses and mucking about with keys in the ever increasing rain, with tempers fraying (it's hard to remain cool when there is a siren going off in your ear), I eventually opted to call the AA and retreated into the house to hunt for my membership card and the phone.)

While I was dialling Brian rushed in and said "Don't call the AA!"

Oh good, I thought, he's fixed it.

No.

"We're with the RAC".

DOH!

The Morning Routine

The alarm goes off. I get up.

Feed the cat,
Go downstairs, let the dogs out, clean up any surprises,
Make coffee,
Empty the dishwasher (or fill it),
Unload the washing machine and reload,
Fold up washing,
Feed the dogs,
Pill the dogs,
Put any recyling in the bins,
Check email, bloglines & Flickr,
Refill the dog water bowls,
Shower & dress,
Poop scoop.


Brian gets up and gets dressed.

He says his is the greater accomplishment.

I think he has a point.