21st August 2017
I can never have enough pencils, when I’m working outside, they disappear. I often find two lodged behind my ear, other times, they are no longer in this dimension.
It is the same with tools, they are never in the place I need them to be, rather they are where I used them last.
Louise, suggested I have a tool belt, I’ve tried that, doesn’t work, I could have four around my waist, and they would always be empty. I start off with the best intentions, but quite quickly it descends into anarchy.
It begins with moving a step ladder, trying to find a bit of level ground, finding a firm footing, only it starts sinking the moment I put any weight on it. It never sinks evenly, often it lists to port, so I jumped off cursing, pulling out the legs along with a clod of earth. Soon the site resembles the Somme, with pits full of rain water. The ladder is gradually losing the plastic end caps that are buried somewhere in the battlefield.
God I hate cleaning. I had two cleaning projects to do today, one was wash the floor, the other to clean the cooker. Fortunately, I hadn’t got the cooker in a real bad state, so I purchased some toxic materials and set to work. The grill pan was the worst, it required a two day soak in something nasty. The trouble is once the cooker is done, I darn’t use it. That has been the problem with packing, the only thing I haven’t packed is the kettle. This makes my meal options down to, cold water, warm water, hot water or steam.
Another Lifetime to go 