Actually I'm getting a little bit sick of titles but lets dedicate this to books
Have been up to my old tricks of reading books back to front, or maybe front to middle, back to middle. Skipping ahead to read the conclusion and then, because I feel dissatisfied, I think have to read backwards to pad it al out. Such silly behaviour. I've just half ruined the new Kate Atkinson book thanks to this naughty habit.
This weekend has been all about laziness really, but I did feel inspired after hearing Andy describe all his house-tidying up activity> Have a very soft spot of house tidying behaviour; not of the polish/iron/wash floors variety (although I can see that washing floors is good), no I only enjoy hearing TOTAL MAKEOVER stories. And Mr A's abode needed a total makeover, seeing as he'd been living in it for at least 5 months, 3 of those months WITHOUT FURNITURE, and got a little reliant on boxes as furniture. But he has now unpacked all his boxes and found a place for empty flat boxes to live, and turned his spare room into an empty spare room, albeit with a moody black and white photograph. His lounge room has a dining table now (one chair) and bedroom sounds a little bit more bedroom.
Part of his motivation might be the imminent and unintended arrival of a hopefully temporary housemate; ie a graduate winemaker due to start work tomorrow that is suddenly homeless. I encouraged Andy to do the good samaritan thing and provide shelter; pointing out the rent money could help us buy a real sofa/day bed/miners couch, rather than a Fantastic? Furniture thing. Hey, the money could help pay for his new whitegoods. Anyhow, there is nothing like the thought of public viewing to motivate some attention to personal space; and ALSO, there was actually an astrological prediction that the new year would bring on some activity in the arena of spring cleaning!
As for secret single space; (a concept I got from SATC), I think my mine pleasure is tweezing my eyebrows... oh and getting out of ironing by hanging up damp clothes to uwrinkle from the shower (not as bad as Miss P's habit of drying clothes on her trampoline).
I was vaguely discussing this with Huff, my vaguely work colleague (ie same organisation, someone I know from the pub), who bye the bye has very eyelashes, but then I trailed off unconvincingly, because I didn't want to admit to drying clothes in my bathroom. This was a conversation we had out at dinner on Friday, large group of us for a surprise 40th birthday, the intended was indeed surprised. And it was such an enjoyable night, like the good old days of enjoying the company of young and funny peers.
Played Nic's game of "who would you rather?" and discovered one of my colleagues could not choose between Michael Franti and Clive Owen. What good taste she has! I chose MF, how good you go past a guy who has toured and travelled and created music inspired by social justice and the tales of people he has met; CO just says words that other people write. On the other hand, he does bring a certain something... but that's what the special actors do, it's like magic how they draw you in to watch their facial expression writ large across the screen.
This weekend has been all about laziness really, but I did feel inspired after hearing Andy describe all his house-tidying up activity> Have a very soft spot of house tidying behaviour; not of the polish/iron/wash floors variety (although I can see that washing floors is good), no I only enjoy hearing TOTAL MAKEOVER stories. And Mr A's abode needed a total makeover, seeing as he'd been living in it for at least 5 months, 3 of those months WITHOUT FURNITURE, and got a little reliant on boxes as furniture. But he has now unpacked all his boxes and found a place for empty flat boxes to live, and turned his spare room into an empty spare room, albeit with a moody black and white photograph. His lounge room has a dining table now (one chair) and bedroom sounds a little bit more bedroom.
Part of his motivation might be the imminent and unintended arrival of a hopefully temporary housemate; ie a graduate winemaker due to start work tomorrow that is suddenly homeless. I encouraged Andy to do the good samaritan thing and provide shelter; pointing out the rent money could help us buy a real sofa/day bed/miners couch, rather than a Fantastic? Furniture thing. Hey, the money could help pay for his new whitegoods. Anyhow, there is nothing like the thought of public viewing to motivate some attention to personal space; and ALSO, there was actually an astrological prediction that the new year would bring on some activity in the arena of spring cleaning!
As for secret single space; (a concept I got from SATC), I think my mine pleasure is tweezing my eyebrows... oh and getting out of ironing by hanging up damp clothes to uwrinkle from the shower (not as bad as Miss P's habit of drying clothes on her trampoline).
I was vaguely discussing this with Huff, my vaguely work colleague (ie same organisation, someone I know from the pub), who bye the bye has very eyelashes, but then I trailed off unconvincingly, because I didn't want to admit to drying clothes in my bathroom. This was a conversation we had out at dinner on Friday, large group of us for a surprise 40th birthday, the intended was indeed surprised. And it was such an enjoyable night, like the good old days of enjoying the company of young and funny peers.
Played Nic's game of "who would you rather?" and discovered one of my colleagues could not choose between Michael Franti and Clive Owen. What good taste she has! I chose MF, how good you go past a guy who has toured and travelled and created music inspired by social justice and the tales of people he has met; CO just says words that other people write. On the other hand, he does bring a certain something... but that's what the special actors do, it's like magic how they draw you in to watch their facial expression writ large across the screen.
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