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sevenhelz at 11:14pm on 15/03/2006
sevenhelz at 11:14pm on 15/03/2006I didn't get any transcription done today. Bad Helen. Helen shall get a smacked wrist if this carries on.
On the other hand, I did manage to get up relatively early (for me), work out that the washing machine doesn't click over from rinse hold to spin when it's on a woolies wash without getting water all over the floor and my pants, get some washing hung outside, put some more washing in (and please note that in all the washing I've done lately I appear not to have shrunk or dyed anything), clear the dishes from the dishwasher, reload it, pick up and tidy or throw away various bits and bobs around the house, meet Mr Nice Council Man and be told what the icky beetle things are, forget what the name was but find the bags of flour, pasta and noodles they were living in, throw out said bags and anything else yucky or out of date or both, and clean the cupboard which had contained the aforementioned bags of flour etc and aforementioned beetles and spray it with the creepy-crawly-bug-killing spray which Mr Nice Council Man gave me. And then bring the washing in before I left and leave that hanging over a radiotor and all the tins and packets not needing throwing away in a nice untidy heap on the kitchen floor. Steve loves me muchly for this I'm sure. Also for leaving my mouthpiece in his case.
Also I think Mr Nice Council Man's name may have been Keith. Yay!
Also I then had a piano lesson which I didn't have the money for and then had work for many many seven hours. Now I'm tired and my legs hurt. Tomorrow I may or may not cycle. Then I will give Andrea a singing lesson before receiving a driving lesson which I may or may not have the money for, and then going to work for many hours. Wooooooo.
xxzzzzzzzz
On the other hand, I did manage to get up relatively early (for me), work out that the washing machine doesn't click over from rinse hold to spin when it's on a woolies wash without getting water all over the floor and my pants, get some washing hung outside, put some more washing in (and please note that in all the washing I've done lately I appear not to have shrunk or dyed anything), clear the dishes from the dishwasher, reload it, pick up and tidy or throw away various bits and bobs around the house, meet Mr Nice Council Man and be told what the icky beetle things are, forget what the name was but find the bags of flour, pasta and noodles they were living in, throw out said bags and anything else yucky or out of date or both, and clean the cupboard which had contained the aforementioned bags of flour etc and aforementioned beetles and spray it with the creepy-crawly-bug-killing spray which Mr Nice Council Man gave me. And then bring the washing in before I left and leave that hanging over a radiotor and all the tins and packets not needing throwing away in a nice untidy heap on the kitchen floor. Steve loves me muchly for this I'm sure. Also for leaving my mouthpiece in his case.
Also I think Mr Nice Council Man's name may have been Keith. Yay!
Also I then had a piano lesson which I didn't have the money for and then had work for many many seven hours. Now I'm tired and my legs hurt. Tomorrow I may or may not cycle. Then I will give Andrea a singing lesson before receiving a driving lesson which I may or may not have the money for, and then going to work for many hours. Wooooooo.
xxzzzzzzzz