Spring Cleaning.

The weekend didn’t quite pan out as planned – Saturday was effectively diverted in toto as the Cassowary-Bumblethorpes provided emotional support for a third party, though the day ended with take out curry and a viewing of Iron Man, so it wasn’t a total damp squib.

I also discovered that I could drag a new lease of life from Furtle’s old PC by using the system restore back to the end of March and then hovering out the inside of the machine, particularly around the fans. It didn’t seem that dusty over all, but it is clearly a happier machine now and I have something to keep me going until Aria.co.uk get their finger out and send me my new machine in working order. Didn’t find time to play any Warcrack over the weekend, mind.

Oh well.

Sunday was a rather mixed bag, but despite a prolonged period of chores, I managed to enjoy it.

We had our customary lie in – or rather we tried to, but with the inevitability that comes with the weekend, we were unable to doze and got up just after nine in the morning, having exhausted the possibilities of the news on the iPads. Still, it meant that we had plenty of day to get stuff done in, which was just as well.

The plan was to do some chores around the house – cleaning the conservatory and such, and then get some serious Warcraft played – but it didn’t quite work out that way.

We hung out some laundry to dry for only the second time this year and then started shifting stuff out of the conservatory onto the patio and into the living room. Then we labelled and removed the netting across the glass ceiling. This is an awkward job, not least because half the catches are on the edge of reach and the bloody thing drops over you like a dusty shroud full of dead insects. This of course was why we were doing it. The net keeps the direct sun off the contents of the conservatory nicely enough, but over the period of a year, the number of insects that fly in, get trapped and peg it makes it inevitable that we should take it down and shake it out.

After we had done this, we had a little break for lunch – sandwiches and lemonade out on the patio, but them somehow ended up spending much of the rest of the afternoon chatting next door with our neighbours initially about whether the brickwork at the bottom of their garden might constitute an old air raid shelter and then more generally on other topics including gardening. We returned home (the other side of the fence) with a number of cuttings which Furtle went and attended to while I hoovered and dusted merrily in the conservatory.

Eventually we got both the garden and the conservatory sorted out, at which point I took myself off for a cooling shower and we hit the pub for a well-earned couple of pints.

Which turned out to last quite late into the evening, so we had a VERY late dinner and went to bed.

I could have done with that lie-in this morning. That lie in I didn’t get full benefit from yesterday. Oh well.

Spring Cleaning.

The weekend didn’t quite pan out as planned – Saturday was effectively diverted in toto as the Cassowary-Bumblethorpes provided emotional support for a third party, though the day ended with take out curry and a viewing of Iron Man, so it wasn’t a total damp squib.

I also discovered that I could drag a new lease of life from Furtle’s old PC by using the system restore back to the end of March and then hovering out the inside of the machine, particularly around the fans. It didn’t seem that dusty over all, but it is clearly a happier machine now and I have something to keep me going until Aria.co.uk get their finger out and send me my new machine in working order. Didn’t find time to play any Warcrack over the weekend, mind.

Oh well.

Sunday was a rather mixed bag, but despite a prolonged period of chores, I managed to enjoy it.

We had our customary lie in – or rather we tried to, but with the inevitability that comes with the weekend, we were unable to doze and got up just after nine in the morning, having exhausted the possibilities of the news on the iPads. Still, it meant that we had plenty of day to get stuff done in, which was just as well.

The plan was to do some chores around the house – cleaning the conservatory and such, and then get some serious Warcraft played – but it didn’t quite work out that way.

We hung out some laundry to dry for only the second time this year and then started shifting stuff out of the conservatory onto the patio and into the living room. Then we labelled and removed the netting across the glass ceiling. This is an awkward job, not least because half the catches are on the edge of reach and the bloody thing drops over you like a dusty shroud full of dead insects. This of course was why we were doing it. The net keeps the direct sun off the contents of the conservatory nicely enough, but over the period of a year, the number of insects that fly in, get trapped and peg it makes it inevitable that we should take it down and shake it out.

After we had done this, we had a little break for lunch – sandwiches and lemonade out on the patio, but them somehow ended up spending much of the rest of the afternoon chatting next door with our neighbours initially about whether the brickwork at the bottom of their garden might constitute an old air raid shelter and then more generally on other topics including gardening. We returned home (the other side of the fence) with a number of cuttings which Furtle went and attended to while I hoovered and dusted merrily in the conservatory.

Eventually we got both the garden and the conservatory sorted out, at which point I took myself off for a cooling shower and we hit the pub for a well-earned couple of pints.

Which turned out to last quite late into the evening, so we had a VERY late dinner and went to bed.

I could have done with that lie-in this morning. That lie in I didn’t get full benefit from yesterday. Oh well.

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