There Is Always Something ...

The less work I have, the less time I seem to be able to find in order to blog.

When I find myself with time on my hands because of cancelled calls, etc., my wife always ... always ... finds a multitude of jobs around the house that need doing.

That doesn't mean to say that I actually do them! Not all of them ... well, one or two don't get ... Yes dear! I'll do 'em all!!!

{sigh}

Just recently there was the patio; it has been cleaned!  However, in doing so, it was decided that it also needs re-pointing as the jet wash dislodged quite a lot of the concrete between slabs.  I haven't done it yet, but it's on my to-do list, I swear.

And always there is the grass! It seems that every three days I have to march back and forwards pushing a lawnmower around the garden ... after scooping up all the doggy do-do first. When I think of that 70's or 80's movie "The Never Ending Story", not that I would ever admit publicly to doing it,  I always think about cutting the grass.

There is the kick-plate (a board that runs along the bottom of the kitchen units) that still needs replacing (after I ripped the old one out) and there is also the small matter of replacing all the window locks.
They need replacing as some of the keys have gone missing ... unfortunately we need a key to unlock the locks in order to replace them, which, if we had them, would mean we wouldn't have to change them in the first place.  Catch 22!  Joseph Heller I hate you!

The carpet also needs it's quarterly spruce-up with the Vax carpet cleaner.  That is at the top of my list.  With three dogs and two cats in the house (even though they are all house trained) you can't be too careful.

I don't want to bore you with all of the jobs that await me over the next fortnight (two weeks off). Neither do I want to depress you by reminding you of your very own to-do lists or over-keen other halves.  I merely wanted to point out that you are not alone!  There are fellow sufferers out there that understand and share your plight.

So onwards and upwards, as the saying goes.

Now where can I hide my toolbox before she gets home?