Wednesday, August 27, 2003
Extract from blog : Blue, with Stars : 2003 – 2006
Am arranging to have windows cleaned. Have never cleaned the outside since I have been here! Can’t reach. Too tired. As Quentin Crisp said, after the first four years, the dirt doesn’t get any worse. However, these are new high-tech window cleaners. You have a bar code in your window which they scan, so you don’t have to wait in for them, or leave money out in little envelopes, or hunt around for change. I don’t normally take any notice of door-to-door sales people at all, but this does seem like a good idea.
On the home improvement front I have also decided to get the lock mended on the back door. I am fed up with having to prop the dustbin lid against it every time I want to go up the garden without letting all the cats out. Life is full of these small irritations and mine seem to have multiplied to such a point I think it’s worth the investment to rid myself of at least one or two of them.
Have volunteered (or been volunteered) for a quiz in September. In aid of a tiny church with a congregation of about ten as far as I can gather. I know where the church is – a very twisty complicated and, in the dark, scary journey round narrow, unlit country lanes. If you meet something coming the other way you have to reverse for miles and reversing (in a straight line anyway) is not my strong point, especially now my neck no longer works properly. Unfortunately the quiz is not even in the church but even further out into the wilds at what sounds like some sort of village hall called The Peace Rooms. I will have to do an experimental drive out there this weekend, in daylight.
# posted @ 7:18 PM