We’ve had a fairly productive week this week.
On Monday, after work, we nipped out to collect a routine prescription, making a mental note to register with the doctors closer to us. On the way back we went and bought the new shelves for an alcove in the living room.
On Tuesday, the poet had his annual review at work and officially received the news he’s been hearing on the grapevine and via others for about a fortnight. His role will be changing, which will mean much less travel (hurrah!), and he has roughly a 3-month handover.
He spent most of Tuesday evening fitting the new shelves, and claimed to be “happy as a pig in muck”. He does like his DIY, and I love that too. The shelves are floating shelves and, I think, look rather good and very “in keeping”.
On Wednesday we riffled through more boxes in the garage to (a) collect the rest of the books, and (b) decide what was going on the shelves. Aside from the hampers, which were Christmas presents, I think everything on the new shelves came from my old loft, and some of it hasn’t seen the light of day for nearly 10 years, such as my Alan Titchmarsh How to be a Gardener books 1 and 2, and my Discover Scotland complete partworks.
The lamp on there is currently wrong, but as soon as we see the right one, it will be replaced. And we need some bookends. But I think it all looks very nice.
That magazine rack also came out of my old loft, but was soon filled to bursting. The tall, grey pot in the top right-hand corner is one my mom bought me in Wales one year, a very long time ago (apx 1991), and the small black lacquer musical box on the bottom shelf (in front of the totem pole from Canada – 1999) was one my mom’s step-brother fetched her mother (my grandma) back from his national service in Malaya.
We only have the area beneath the stairs to sort out in the living room now, and then that’s done.
Also on Wednesday we did a mid-week weigh-in after starting our sort-of-diet on Sunday, just to see if it was having any effect. We won’t be weighing ourselves more than once a week usually, and the poet hardly ever weighs himself anyway. But we wanted to make sure we were on the right track with the not-eating-between-meals and making healthier choices. I’d lost a pound and he’d lost three! (Yay!) So we’re carrying on.
In other news this week, I’ve almost finished the “big edit”, I identified 2 more stories that were ready to be typed up, and one of those has been typed up and is currently cooling, awaiting a polish before it goes off on its merry way. I had a hair appointment yesterday afternoon, brought forward from today, so I knocked off work early and went shopping first.
When I opened the boot to load in the shopping, I was shocked to see the boot already full with 2 guitars and a foot-pedal-board, all in cases. This very valuable cargo had only been in there since last Saturday! I can’t believe we forgot to unload them and pack them away.
Then I was torn between taking them home or continuing on to my appointment. I decided to continue on with the idea that if I couldn’t park outside the salon where I could see the car, the guitars would have to come in with me, and I’d just have to risk all of the shopping being on display on the back seat. Fortunately, there was a space outside the hairdresser’s, and so we could all keep an eye on it. They came out as soon as I got home, though.
What a wake-up call.
Anyway, today I want to finish the “big edit” and get that sent off for printing. It doesn’t need any author feedback as all I’ve done is stylise it and fix any continuity issues. It’s due out later this month, so we’re cutting it fine with that one. I’m also waiting in for our fortnightly fruit and veg box delivery, which should be here around noon.
This evening, we’re off for the first of my birthday treats – to see Kingsman: The Secret Service and have something to eat at Pizza Express. Tomorrow, we’re off to Birmingham to see my parents, and then stopping off at Doncaster on the way back to see his parents. We were thinking of going to a gig on Saturday night, but we think we may have enough on this weekend and, anyway, we’re not sure we fancy all of the company there.
On Sunday, my next birthday treat is to visit the farmers’ market at Wentworth, with, hopefully, a day out somewhere nice to follow. On Monday, my actual birthday, he’s taking me out for a Chinese. And next weekend, we have tickets to see Leeds v Nottingham Forest, which will be my first foray into Elland Road. We were going to go there for his birthday last weekend, but he had a gig Saturday night and we didn’t want to leave the dog on his own twice in one day, so we went to Derwent Reservoir instead.
Don’t forget, then, because it’s my birthday on Monday, we’re having a draw for someone to receive a free book. If you haven’t left a comment yet, there’s still time … Thanks to everyone who’s joined in so far.
Have a great weekend.