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Back to work, back to reality
We were up at 6 this morning, but we all felt reasonably well-rested so that's ok. Emer's just gone down for a nap so I have a chancec to update.
The morning went very well. I breakfasted moderately on pancakes and mandarin oranges. I think the great eatathon may be over. I got washed, dressed, washed the girls' faces, assembled and put on a load of laundry, and hung another load outside.
That meant going into the bakc garden.
The back garden is a disaster. Does anyone remember the storms, while I was away in Ireland? Two panels of our fence were torn down, the fenceposts and concrete bases uprooted, and the whole shebang spread over the garden. The garden shed looks a little lopsided, too. There's other debris scattered around. I was just about able to hang the laundry but there's no way Linnea coul safely go out there, let alone play.
So my new highest priority major task is to clear the garden. I can't lift the fence pieces, so Rob will have to do that, but I can work out where they're going and how. It's possible that we can break them up and send them to landfill. We have nowhere to store them while we work out more useful ways to use the waterlogged, fragile timber. If we are sending them to landfill it will probably take two weeks' worth of collections. Tomorrow's collection is recycling only, so landfill isn't until next week.
But the weather is glorious and I really could hang all my laundry outdoors if only I could get into the garden! As it is there's a load of sheets in the machine which will have to be hung indoors only because I can't reach enough of the washing line.
I've no help today. Tomorrow is fine. Friday is looking empty. Among other things, I have some Mother's Day gifts to buy; if anyone owes mothers this year it's us!
The morning went very well. I breakfasted moderately on pancakes and mandarin oranges. I think the great eatathon may be over. I got washed, dressed, washed the girls' faces, assembled and put on a load of laundry, and hung another load outside.
That meant going into the bakc garden.
The back garden is a disaster. Does anyone remember the storms, while I was away in Ireland? Two panels of our fence were torn down, the fenceposts and concrete bases uprooted, and the whole shebang spread over the garden. The garden shed looks a little lopsided, too. There's other debris scattered around. I was just about able to hang the laundry but there's no way Linnea coul safely go out there, let alone play.
So my new highest priority major task is to clear the garden. I can't lift the fence pieces, so Rob will have to do that, but I can work out where they're going and how. It's possible that we can break them up and send them to landfill. We have nowhere to store them while we work out more useful ways to use the waterlogged, fragile timber. If we are sending them to landfill it will probably take two weeks' worth of collections. Tomorrow's collection is recycling only, so landfill isn't until next week.
But the weather is glorious and I really could hang all my laundry outdoors if only I could get into the garden! As it is there's a load of sheets in the machine which will have to be hung indoors only because I can't reach enough of the washing line.
I've no help today. Tomorrow is fine. Friday is looking empty. Among other things, I have some Mother's Day gifts to buy; if anyone owes mothers this year it's us!
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So he gets away with it this time!