I'm on the two,week days, off as part of my work rota (the "buy out" for being allowed to train for fitting BT PC's). I wouldn't bore you with the rota details (mainly because I'm not sure I know how it works sometimes - its a good job it's copied out on the wall calendar - )

Anyway - this week is a "working Saturday" week, which is still taking some getting used to.

Anyway, today is day two of those days off and , hopefully, will be a lot better than yesterday ended up being.

There was actually a plan for yesterday (and today for that matter ) mainly involved trying to clean the house (no kids and no wife you see - kids at school, Cathy at work and everyone out of the way, so to speak), and the main focus was to be the back room / dining room. This room has always been a general purpose room - homework on the desk ( and drawing ) ironing, reading, playing - the full gamut of family activity ( and it's handy for the kitchen too - plenty of biscuits - )

Anyway first action (after a quick visit to the local DIY store to check the availability of nail packs for my new nail gun), was to move all the accumulated clutter out of the way. That done, it was time to move the furniture round in the room, as it's existing positions where not really making the room that usable. Bad move - as soon as I moved the desk - it disintegrated into a pile of pieces. The next hour was taken with a credit card rush to MFI to buy another replacement desk. Another hour to build it, and several more minutes cleaning up the mess. Dinner time came and went. Cathy then rang from work to see how I was doing. The tone of your voice is often a giveaway to how you feel, and Cathy could tell mine was right fed-up. So I re-told the story of the the day so far.

"What did you buy another desk for?" - came back the question.

"Because Laura does her homework on it, and I draw on it (when I can)" - came the reply

"I wasn't going to replace that desk when it broke" - came back the reply

Now I was totally fed-up. Never mind it was to late to take them back (flat-packs never go back in the box once you've built them - ROFL) And to make it worse - the harder I tried to get the job finished - the more needed doing.

Anyway, yesterday was also my Mum's birthday. And , as the Kids had their own cards to give, we went over to Mum's to say happy birthday. From there we arranged for "tea" to be delivered - in the form of a Lasagne, a garlic bread and a couple of Kebabs.

The fare from this takeaway is usually top notch - but last night it was awful - the perfect end to a crummy day.