The towels are lovely and fluffy after being out on the line in the wind...I think being able to dry the washing outside must be one of the pleasures of the finer weather...though having said that, it's not been so sunny today and wind has a bite to it...
I discovered an almost full tin of floor paint right at the back of the cupboard in the back lobby so I'm re-painting the floor in my workroom...and heavens above does it smell...I knew it smelt but had forgotten just how strong it is...goodness only knows what the ingredients are...it's probably better to stay in blissful ignorance actually. The floor has had so much wear and tear since last year...especially with dragging bits of furniture over it and then the roof leaked like a sieve at one point...soaked through a mat and blistered the paint underneath it. So I've hurled the mats out for an airing and sliced the crusty part off the top of the paint and set to with a vengeance...
Couldn't do anything on Ancestry at all today...for reasons best known to themselves I could get through to my trees, but couldn't add or alter any records...they have been mumbling about making adding records easier so they could have chosen today to do it I suppose, but you'd think it would be polite to leave a message on screen...I've been muttering dark curses under my breath every time I've tried to access anything remotely interesting.
If you aren't supposed to let paint contaminate water sources, how do you wash the brushes after you've used them and what do you do with that thick crusty layer that forms on the top of a tin when you haven't put the lid on properly from the last time you used it...just wondering.
I've finished reading the book where a kidnap victim was being fed with bits of her husband cooked up into a stew...she didn't mind in the slightest 'cos she had Stockholm Syndrome which I thought was simply plain stupid and the ending was very silly as well...some books roll along nicely until the last couple of chapters and then it's almost as though the author is fed up to the back teeth so puts any old rubbish in just to get it done...
But the detective, who was the main character, became a vegetarian after he'd inadvertently tucked into savoury mince and mashed potatoes...it wasn't revealed until some days afterwards he'd eaten human so he couldn't just throw it all up and pretend it hadn't happened.
And why do people appearing in talent shows lie? We watch Britain's Got Talent on a Saturday night...although we only ever watch the first auditions 'cos anyone who can actually sing never wins and it made me swear a lot so now Himself says I'm not allowed to see them through to the end anymore, especially after watching a small dog win over the incredible Charlotte and Jonathan when anyone listening would have thought I was the child of a docker...
Last week a young woman sang...and she professed to be suffering from stage fright and sobbed a bit and wrung her hands...now it transpires she was on another talent show and she's a semi-professional singer!
In the last series there was a bloke who said he'd never sung in front of an audience before and the lying toad had been an entertaining on cruise ships for years...
The best act last week was a Hungarian troop of...well, I suppose they could be classed as dancers...it was all done as silhouettes and was a story about two people meeting...falling in love...having a baby. Then the man went to war and was killed...it was totally brilliant. I'll see if it's on YouTube and leave you the link if it is...it's well worth watching.
If I ever went on a cruise it'd have to be a classy one...you know...a bit posh...'cos I'd never be able to sit and watch third rate entertainers telling bad jokes and singing out of key...I'd be demanding my money back. Not that I'm ever likely to be going on a cruise, whether it was posh or not...
And Ole Shitlegs won't take me to China either...he'll find there'll be no more choc chip cookies actually...or boiled bacon and cabbage. Perhaps he thinks I'd be a liability and might get us arrested by unsmiling Chinese policemen...I want to see the Terracotta Army and the Great Wall before it falls down completely but that will have to go back to the bottom of my bucket list.
I've told him he'll be ever so sorry when I'm dead that he never agreed we should go and it'll be too late then to do anything about it and if he decides to go when I'm scattered over the ocean I'll come back and haunt him and make his life really miserable, rattling the door handles and hiding in the wardrobe and I'll make ghostly noises just as he's dropping off to sleep.
Just put loads on tea-towels and such-like on a boil wash with lashings of washing powder and a hefty dollop of bleach 'cos I might be a bit slovenly but the dish cloths and tea towels have to be boiled half witless otherwise I won't use them 'cos of the germs. Himself does the washing up and will happily be using a grey manky looking dishcloth without it occurring to him to change it for a pristinely clean one...I sigh heavily and snatch it out of the sink and thrust a clean one under his nose and he looks bewildered and says but it looked clean enough and clean enough isn't good enough...it has to be boiled clean enough. Mind you, I'll let the dust bunnies build up under the sitting room furniture until they clog the vacuum and I have to push an old knitting needle down the pokey bit to free it...but can't be doing with grubby cloths.
Best away and think about food...