Sure beats doing 25 to life

First thing, I showed Jof my upside-down bicycling that was Judo warm-up. She tried it as well but fell over and I laughed at her. Rain. I refused to go on the normal Saturday bottlebank walk and missed out on a soaking. Jof was being strange and was cleaning everything, he bought a new toilet seat, what was wrong with the old melamine one that was original to the house and had all those authentic splatters of paint, I'll never know.

For a while it hailed, as if in readiness for our house-viewing visitor. This flyer was in the laundrette yesterday: looks fun. So if you want to be sleek, sexy and powerful like this ecstatic non-blonde why don't you join all the other Pillox down at the community centre.
So anyway, we waited dutifully for 315 to come around and sure enough, our Viewer (Codename Bhupinder Gholigosh) and family turned up 20 minutes early and loitered with intent outside in the rain, lucky they were in their car. At 2 minutes to appointment we cleared off as arranged, and drove to North End to donate the old TV to the charity shop where we hoped to get a tool cabinet or similar, any old thing would do as long as it wasn't the red-topped cupboardy things we'd inherited from Grandma. They look good but are terminally tired. The agent rang us and said that they couldn't get in the house. We said well we gave you the key, Sherlock. He said Oh dear, I've left it at the office, better go and get it then. Such is life when you don't organise everything down to the last final detail. Meanwhile, the football was rained off due to excessive rain, a good reason if ever I heard one.

The shop didn't have anything good, so we tried Albert Road. Then we tried Fawcett Road. The junk shops there cater for the Landlord who doesn't want to pay too much for crap furniture for student and rented accommodation: we saw many great things including some rather decent bar tables, old church pews (may have to go back later to secure these) and Welsh dressers piled high without any chance of actually extracting an item of furniture without demolishing the 'showroom' but not what we wanted. B+Q beckoned. I wandered around the cavernous warehouse getting lost while they argued about lockable metal cabinets and bathroom units and troubled the staff and it just went on and on, like this sentence. In fact, the 2 delightful hours I spent trailing around after them seemed like a life sentence. In the end they agreed to buy 2 small units @ a mere £7 each and move a cupboard we already have into the conservatory. So after all that, we spent £14 and simply rearranged things. The phrase "couldn't organise a drinking session in a brewery" springs to mind. To rub iodine-rich salt into an already festering wound, the rain never actually stopped so we failed to have a bonfire. This is bad. We never fail to have a bonfire.