The plumber has been, now I need a carpenter
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| My plain wooden box which I use to keep odds and ends in, now wrecked by the plumber |
Last night I decided to read the "Sun" newspaper I'd picked up at Heathrow airport. Before boarding I had noticed a rack containing various magazines so I grabbed Tatler, GQ and Conde Nast for Jenny to look at.
I am not a regular Sun reader and I won't become one either. I've never read such nonsense in all my life. The news about Boris Johnson messing around with other women should be a serious topic as he's hoping to become Prime Minister of the UK but for the Sun it's more like he was having a romp. I only managed a few pages and then I decided it would be better to go to sleep.
Earlier I'd had a look through the other magazines and all the time I was wondering who reads the darn things. The travel magazine is full of exotic destinations and expensive hotels and food; the other two seem to be for those with money to spend on fancy clothing, expensive perfumes and society gossip. It makes me wonder who works for these publications as I have a feeling none of the employees would read any of them. If I worked for the Sun I'd be totally embarrassed to tell people about my job. If I worked for the other publications I'd fast track myself to become an anarchist. Thank God for the Guardian.
Not much happened today. I haven't taken the dog for her walk as the paths are too muddy. Tomorrow I'll most likely take her as I have to get out of the house because of the cooking people who are coming to work in the kitchen.
The plumbers wrecked my plain wooden box which I use to keep odds and ends in - I decided to stain the top to cover up the blobs of something obnoxious they allowed to land on it. I also wiped the muck off the walls so that I could hang the picture and get things back to normal. I suppose the pipes were full of gobbledygook as they must be as old as the house, which is almost 100 years. Now, instead of copper piping coursing its way through my bedroom I've got plastic ones.
