Nothing (much) To Report

… doing my best impersonation of a housewife.

Cooking and cleaning and shopping and dashing about, with a bit of nagging thrown in for good measure.

It’s ok once you get going, mostly. It’s the having to deal with other people and their crap that slows things down. The sunshine helped things along, tis clouding over now though.

For some reason, I decided to clean my brother’s window. It was filthy. I’ve only done the bottom half, because that’s all I could stand to do. What he’d been doing to that window to get it into that state is a mystery to me, and I don’t think I even want to know. I doubt if he’ll even notice it.

I discovered some items in that room that shouldn’t be there. Like 3 steak knives.
I think his room is the place where our household particulars go M.I.A., usually at the point one desperately needs them.

Last night I got a bit high off the flumes of some paint. Tis the only reason I can think of for why I kept on painting stuff. I was only meant to do a small thing, now my room has a colour scheme of midnight blue and silver, instead of just the blue. Which is nice, non?

-Bea Whale

Tags: pretend housewife, tidy badDIY

It almost beat me. Damn you, evil fax machine!! So I didn’t read the instructions to the point where it told you to press the Start button when you hear the dialling tone, that bit of information was on the other side of the page anyway. How was I to know these things?!

Update on the room: Tis going well. I have large area to freely move about in now. It’s taking some getting used to, I can tell you. Hopefully, within the next few days I’ll be even more organised in there. Which would be quite amazing.

-Bea Whale

Tags: evil fax machine

So, I started The Great Tidying Of The Bedroom at about 3pm, which was far later than I had wanted to start it. I missed a whole hour of Radio 2-ness, which means the household got to miss a whole hour of my singing along to some of the words of some of the songs I recognise. I say singing, it’s more like the sound of a cat wailing at another cat having it’s balls removed, whilst wide awake (now there’s an interesting mental image). I think it’s a genetic thing. No one here can sing, and it’s extremely painful to hear should anyone attempt to do so. We should be used as torture instruments, we’d soon have the bastards cracking! Who ever “the bastards” are.

One good thing of the tidying, apart from the fact I have space in my room and I can see the carpet, the picture quality on my tv has improved amazingly. This is due to the fact that I’ve moved it, not because the mess was stopping the signals getting through to the aerial. Although that could have played a part, I suppose, considering the state it was in. I’ve still got more to do, but it already looks immensely better.

Another thing of the tidying - I didn’t just shove everything under the bed, there’s no room under the there, what with the dead bodies and wads of cash - I’ve discovered a load of jewellery I’d forgotten I’d bought.

-Bea Whale

Tags: tidy, bad singer

…….I didn’t get lynched.

As an aside: The lack of sleep from the night before sneaked up and laughed in a slightly evil manner at me. Tiredness does that to me, I dunno what it does to you.

-Bea Whale

Tags: tiredness

This heading caught my eye on BBCi today: Alcohol go-ahead for eisteddfod.

Radical changes made by National Eisteddfod of Wales organisers will allow alcohol to be served on the festival field for the first time.

From 2004 alcohol will sold on the festival field - or maes - as a way of making the event more attractive to visitors.

“There will be a mobile bar on one or two of the food patches so that people can buy alcohol with or without food,” said the eisteddfod’s director, Elfed Roberts.

Now, I’m wondering if this decision has any relevance to the fact that this years festival will be held in/near Newport. Bet I’ve upset someone now. Oh well.

-Bea Whale

Tags: Eisteddfod2004, Newport