Monday, November 21, 2005

Too Tired

Just driven C. mad. He's watching the Jungle programme. Who's she? Who's he? Who's that? Carol Thatcher must be mad to do the show - everyone and anyone who hated her mother is going to take their revenge on her. Can you vote the same person for the trial every night for the duration?

I am half tempted to attempt the subject of licensing laws but not sure I have the energy. When I went to buy the newspapers at 8.45am Sunday there were two men outside the newsagents - one with a can of Fosters, the other with a Stella. I inwardly made a face. As I opened the door to the shop I realised a 'scene' was in progress. A queue of very polite people were watching the lovely man behind the counter explaining very calmly and slowly to a third man that he could not sell alcohol until 10am. 'It's the law of the land'. This was not going down well. Much effing and blinding and patient explaining later the man left with his empty holdall. Much to the relief of everyone. I half expected the window to come in.

Still, the mood was lightened when I returned homewards. Bloke from the block next door always washes his car before church on a Sunday. Due to the cold he was wearing a duffle coat with his violently coloured pyjamas.

Oh dear. Pyjamas have triggered a memory of last weekend which I have yet to share. To cut a long story short we had a new boiler from the council last year - unfortunately, this does not mean the battle for hot water and heating on a regular basis is over.

The boiler is in a cupboard outside the flat - in the hall. The water pressure having fallen flat (again) I had to take a monkey wrench to the apparatus (while cooking roast beef and trying to plan the week ahead) to ensure some warmth. There is absolutely no point in getting properly dressed for the occasion. So, there I was in my blue stripey bottoms, green jumper and bright pink socks.

The African Chief came down from upstairs and had a good old laugh. Cheeky bastard I thought. C. was not surprised when he popped out to see how I was doing. Given the position of the pipes I had my, not inconsiderable, arse stuck in the air. I also had a massive rip in my pyjama bottoms and was showing off me knickers. Oh the shame.

6 comments:

Shep said...

That whole scene sounds straight out of a 70s politically incorrect sitcom...more please!

ems said...

I think that might sum up my life nicely actually.

(But would the woman of the house been allowed to meddle with a monkey wrench back then?).

pat said...

as i am sure your mum has told you - as long as they were clean there was nothing to worry about.

pat said...

i am stunned you are watching a celebrity programme.
i can remember the days when you didn't watch tv....

Che-Jay said...

Monkey wrench, Pj's - heaven !!!

ems said...

Pat, please note it says C. was watching the programme. I was tip tapping away on the computer in the same room. I lasted long enough to ask who people were before retiring to the bedroom (sans rodent)to read my book.