I didn’t feel very good on Friday morning which I put down to a late night with the lovely but sad Sue filling up my glass so generously, but after lunchtime I felt was feeling really weird. My nose was bunged up and my throat was sore so I decided against going back to the OB flat and instead took myself to DW for a steam and a Jacuzzi. By the time I was showered and dressed I felt almost too dizzy to drive but somehow I got myself safely home, got changed into my PJ’s and dossed in front of the telly with the remote control. Which is where Phil found me when he got home from work. By this time, my nose was streaming and it was obvious that I had a cold. Great, just in time for the bank holiday weekend with a heavy schedule ahead of me.
Thankfully, wined and drugged up, I felt a little better on Saturday morning and we started work at the OB flat at half past seen. Phil was raring to go but yours truly was a little reluctant and somewhat slow. My boy got stuck in to the blinds in the kitchen, they took him 3 hours and are still not right, they need to come down and he almost needs to start from scratch. We will never, ever buy vertical blinds from Paul Simon ever again. I got on with glossing the internal doors of which there are 8 in total, a lot for such a tiny flat. Glossing is not my favourite jobbie and I was tempted to cheat with white matt emulsion but they look so much better for gloss so it wasn’t really an option.
We stopped and went for a pub lunch at The Cricketers pub, average pub grub and nowhere near as nice as last week. Still, it filled a hole and we were in and out in around 40 minutes. After lunch we went to HomeBase to buy light fittings, they don’t have such a cheap range as B&Q but the ones we found were quite straight forward and very easy to fit. We will certainly buy these again. The plan was to go to DW for a steam and a Jacuzzi but we were just too knackered so we changed into civilian clothes and headed for home. Quick shower, Jim jammies, ironing for me and the replay of the Grand Prix qualifying, for Phil. We both had the munchies a bit later on and seriously debated a Chinese takeaway but Phil deliberated far too long so I squashed the idea. It’s so not good for you to eat late at night and by the time he would have decided it would have been way past 8pm before it arrived. We watched some crappy crime detective series which Phil had recorded and then went to bed for an early night.
Which was just as well, because Harriet woke us both up when she rolled in at 4.40am after a heavy night of clubbing. This is very close to our natural wake up time so it was a quick pee, then lights on and a spot of reading. We didn’t manage to get back to sleep and found ourselves once again at the OB flat before half seven. I didn’t stay long as Phil’s mum and dad were coming down for lunch so I needed to get home to cook. I wanted Phil to hang the feature wall paper up in the lounge and also fill in the airing cupboard. I helped him with the first piece of wallpaper which is always the most difficult and then headed back to GP to start on the lunch.
The reason for Phil’s mum and and dad’s visit was two-fold, one to save Bet cooking lunch and also for them to see the OB flat with a view to moving in. I wanted the flat to look at its best so hence the pressure this last week to work my fingers to the bone. Phil, bless him, did 3 and a half hours work in the flat on Sunday morning and was just home in time to get showered and changed before his parents arrived. They were a little late arriving and I was worried but it turned out that the M1 barrier was down and they had to get off at Junction 14 and then got lost finding their way to ours. Bless em, it’s a long way to visit for a few hours and they do very well considering their ages.
I did roast lamb with an orange and pork stuffing, accompanied by roast spuds, carrots, broccoli, peas & sweet corn and cheesy leeks. It came out very well even if I do say so myself. Dessert was cherry pie and fresh custard, shop bought I confess but even I had some and I don’t do sweets. After lunch, we took mum and dad to see our new flat at Caldecotte, or Harriet’s flat, I should say. The agent kindly let us view so Phil could measure up and I wanted to get some inspiration for redecoration. Surprisingly, it was much better then I remembered. It was a good opportunity for Bet & George to see the flat and for Phil to draw it up in advance, but I’m not sure about me. My head is buzzing, I have wallpapers and colour schemes buzzing through my head which had me awake at 4am this morning. It’s good to pre-plan, to be prepared, but I need to spend at least an hour in this flat so I can feel it. Otherwise I will make mistakes; I need to feel the vibe before I purchase any materials. Also, I need to concentrate fully on one project before moving on to the next; Phil says his work will be over today in the OB flat, but my work is far from over. However, an afternoon of rest on Friday and a full day off work on Sunday, after 10 consequtive days of painting, has done me much good and I am almost snot free.
Sunday afternoon was a dis-jointed viewing of the Monaco Grand Prix and we waved cheerio to Bet & George at quarter to four. Bet phoned at 5.30pm to say they’d eventually got home after getting lost at Rugby. I suppose the good news is, that they didn’t crash, they didn’t hurt themselves or anybody else for that matter but me thinks their driving days are nearly over. I need to move them to MK and the sooner the better.
Not much else to report and I’m sorry for the lack of photographs. I had the opportunity on lots of occasions but with a heavy head cold and hands smothered with white gloss, it just didn’t happen. This morning we are once again back in OB; more jobs, Phil says his work will be finished and then we will head to some or other gin-joint for lunch. And perhaps we will take the afternoon off, and maybe, if the rain stays away, we may even get the chance to walk to the cinema to catch a movie. Happy days and thanks goodness for holidays. I already feel like we need another one!
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