Sep 6th, 2007
Don’t pull the lynch pin yet.
I really have to ajolopise from the heart of my bottom for my quietness lately. I’m not being antisocial, I promise!
TAT has a sciatic nerve thing going on and he keeps complaining about pains in his arse. I presumed he meant having to go out and clean windows with a dodgy leg, so I stupidly offered to work one or two days for him. As it turns out, this gig is pretty much full time, and by God, if there ever was a physically demanding job, it’s gotta be window cleaning. I’ve discovered that peanuts are the best path to physical endurance, not coffee, and that spiders are no longer a threat. A moment of clarity occured when I found one negotiating it’s way around my cleavage leading to my briefly flashing the lads in order to evict it. After that incident, my phobia was cured. So that was nice.
I’m also getting quite nifty in the big yellow LDV window cleaning van, and have discovered that pulling hand-brake turns in a vehicle with a low center of gravity is great craic altogether.
The upside to all this is that window cleaning, although very monotonous, enables a girl to zone out and think about all the stuff she could be blogging about. So if I can remember it all, there’ll be plenty of reading on this ‘ere site to come! Hold tight, my pretties, I’ll be back in the normal flow of things within a week or two.
(Still no Smudge. RIP cat.)