Travels In Time

And another Saturday in a Much More Well-Appointed Retail Place than the one we live in. One in which crossing the city centre is a breeze of bodies sliding effortlessly past each other in the way it happens at Grand Central Station. In our town people are programmed on leylines and walk slap-bang into each other from the most random of angles. And usually don't even realise.

So, this city we went to doesn't even disappoint if you come home empty-handed. The marvellous architecture, the people-watching, and even the fact that we are getting better at not getting lost is a good day out in itself. And its training the kids brilliantly in how to get out and about when they're old enough to go there solo.

The train-journey-entertainment was the discovery that if you hold a 7-Up bottle just so you can project a little green dalek onto the table. There would have been a photo, and indeed there was, but my camera does not like the memory card from the 13 year old's camera and I have no idea where his connect-it-to-the-computer gubbins is.

In fact, I'm waiting for them to wake up. I've turned into someone who practically sleeps farmers' hours and no longer stay up til 1am - I'm going to bed these days about 11pm and getting up about 8. Yeah, in farmers' hours that's probably elevenses, but still. I am craving chocolate and there are unopened Easter eggs waiting for the choc fest to kick off. Just need some kids first...

One More Thing I'm Pretending To Do

I have found more things that need to be done Pre-Kitchen Makeover. Namely, the cheapskates that created the atrocity that is currently The Midget Kitchen From Hell put ceramic tiles down which finish halfway under the base units. Now, this compromises the ability to relocate the washing machine, as half of it will be resting on a different floor-level to the other half. Being even more of a cheapskate myself, this is going to be corrected by me whacking down some self-levelling exterior filler as I am not throwing enough ££ at the project to redo the whole floor (yet). Not the right way to do these things obviously, and at some point this weekend I will be lying on my front on the floor attempting to apply said filler under the gap where the baseboard/kickplate wotsit used to be. Why? Why? Why am I so bl**dy stubborn and back to front at doing these things!!!

Well, I should be doing the latter today, as long as the usual distractions of garden-fiddling, magazines, blog-reading, eating et al don't get to me first ;)