It Is Friday, I am supposed to run.

[Nilzed]

It is Friday, I am supposed to run.

But I am waiting for the washing machine repairman.

I am well caught up on my housework, so I can run.

But I am waiting for the washing machine repairman.

I can't go out and do errands that need to be done.

Because i am waiting for the washing machine repairman.

I did go out and wrangle the bins into the lane and rushed back in to see if the washing machine repairman left a message.

He didnt.

I am waiting for the washing machine repairman.

Wait

Wait

Wait.

OK Cat. Here is my lap. PurrrPurrrPurr.

[misswobble Graduate]

Oh dear, what a to do

No sign of the repairman

but what can you do

Wash the pots, put out the cat

Do the ironing? No way, stuff that!

Flick through the posts on C25k

read of the capers that happened today

Knock, knock! There goes the door

Could it be the repairman is finally here?

No, sadly not, it's some guy collecting for the nation's poor

Oh well, have another cuppa and wait some more

[Nilzed]

Yep. Thats my day. Dishes done. Bathroom cleaned. Laundry sorted, and pound coins counted out as now i am behind on my wash at home and dry on racks schedule, so i may need to combine some loads and wash/dry them across the street in their big machines. This place is small, getting behind on any housekeeping creates depressing clutter, which then breeds.

My cats are strictly indoor. Where we used to live, small pets become coyote and wildcat snacks, so while they have made multiple international flights, they havent a clue how outdoors works. the silly one in fact did venture out while i was dealing with the bins, and terrified herself. The old one (17 years) slept, and continues sleeping.

Meanwhile, this rented flat is so tiny, i havent bought an ironing board. I send my husbands shirts to the laundry across the street, and anything else i manage on the ottoman! Oh my gosh, now hubby is travelling for a week, and then there are school holidays, when will we ever find time to hunt for a place to buy?!

So i had lunch and was lingering over my tea, and the biscuit tin leapt from the shelf and ended up opened and offering Hobnobs to me. My 6 year old has had to learn British Biscuits, so we had different sorts each week, until he declared HobNobs to be perfect. Well, actually, chocolate HobNobs were perfect, but he accepts plain as still better than any others. So, thats what attacked me. I had better put them away before they attack again.

[Hennith Graduate]

Waiting to go out too - but it's thundering and I REALLY don't fancy running in that! Frustrating!!

[Nilzed in reply to Hennith]

I am a Florida native. Rain is different there. Thunder means lightning and lightning is deadly you dont go out in it if you can avoid it. I can recall as a kid there being a traffic jam at the grocery or library or whatever exit of people waiting for a lull in the storm before racing to their car. (when people say bucketing down here, that's nothing). I would be hard pressed to make myself go out when there is thunder. It has taken a lot of self training to accept going out in the rain! Plus the fact that if i wait until it clears up, i would be housebound.

[misswobble Graduate]

I don't do biscuits anymore so they can't jump out at me, thankfully

My mother used to buy industrial quantities of biccies when she had dementia, but she'd only buy rich tea fingers. I used to take the lot to work cos she never ate them. A guy at work suggested I get my mother fixated on choccy hob nobs instead! LOL

[Nilzed in reply to misswobble]

Haha! A friend who is caring for his mom tells a similar story!

[Oldgirl Graduate]

Is it sorted yet?

[Nilzed in reply to Oldgirl]

It did not get sorted in time to both run AND do the errands i have been putting off because the small boy was home sick. But, package was mailed, groceries were got, i found time for some deep cleaning in the kitchen before the school run (which nobody runs, but it just isnt the school walk, is it?) Tomorrow morning i run!

[Oldgirl Graduate]

Enjoy your run tomorrow