Scrubbers

Well I never - work seems to have unblocked blogger access now. Maybe there have been legitimate concerns about access denied to useful industry information or something like that.

I'm a bit worn out today after yesterday spent scrubbing G's house. Somehow it's easier to clean up other people's grime than one's own, but I'm glad I was wearing industrial strength marigolds. People can be so filthy. It's such a sweet house. I wanted to move in instantly and look after it. It needs a fair bit of love and attention and I reckon G is going to have to start kicking up a stink over the damage to the building caused by the demolition/building site next door. It's a mess and he's left with a much devalued property until the building work is completed and with the sub-contracted building firm going bust recently, it could be left for quite a while. Of course when it's all done, the increased curb appeal may improve the value, but until the damage is repaired and the site in good nick, it's a bit of a worry.

Have got my dad on the case though. He's full of good advice when it comes to taking on big bad corporations and obstructive authorities.

Glad I was able to help G out and share the burden. It wasn't quite the romantic christmas shopping trip I had planned, but it was lovely to spend the day together working hard, and then to meet a few of his old colleagues at Tanners. Seemed like a happy friendly bunch and they were very pleased to see G.

Mum and dad looked after us on Sunday eve too, although we're still suffering the after effects of mum's delicious cassoulet. It was all very Blazing Saddles.