I watched Hellboy and there's no photo of the sink; it's not quite finished yet. If you came for that, you're going to be disappointed.
Thank you to Adam Francis for proof reading these for me. It's always nice to have my mistakes pointed out in a global forum.
Slept alright, Melissa insists on watching medical documentaries with horrific accidents and shit on them before bed, and I don't like going to bed with that as the last thing on my mind, so last night I sat at my computer until midnight, when Untold ER Dramas or something finished and then I got into bed. She tossed and turned briefly, but fortunately I was absolutely knackered and so drifted off quite quickly.
Woke up with my alarm, washed my face, hands and hair, and attempted to put my mother in law's suit trousers on. They didn't fit. They didn't even come close. It quickly became apparent that she'd ironed her pants and given them to me the previous day, instead of ironing mine. I woke Melissa up who phoned her mum and I shot up in the car to retrieve my clean, freshly ironed pants, and at the same time ruined any plans I had to walk into work. I got home and Melissa dropped me off at work.
They were due to come and collect the redundant bath today. The text message I received on Friday stated "MON 25 JUL BETWEEN 12:00 & 19:00" so I'd made plans to leave work at 11:30am to be there to receive them at whatever time within that window the arrived. At 8:37am I received a phone call from a man who said they'd be with me "in a coupla hours". I agreed to this without thinking, as I'd not had my tea and bagel. I then realised that that was in within the window in which there would potentially be no one home.
I waited until 11am and asked my boss if I could shoot off a little earlier. He said yes, probably glad to see the back of me and my bath related woes. I got home to find the bath had been taken as the gas man, who'd turned up at about the same time as the bath men, had let them in to collect it. I had therefore left work early for absolutely no reason. Felt silly to waste a booked holiday, so I settled in for the day.
The gas man pottered around for about 4 hours. The sink is in, the taps are plumbed in, but because of the nature of the sink (you'll see) he had to leave it to "set" and said he'd be back on Wednesday to finish it off.
-At this point I pressed a magic combination of buttons that closed my browser. Thank the Lord that the website saves as you type!-
Before he left, the plumber/gas man/Alan gave me some helpful tips and suggestions about décor which I've taken on board and submitted to the committee (Melissa).
My afternoon was spent watching Sherlock (nice cliffhanger, glad the second series isn't too far away) and 4 episodes of the first series of Breaking Bad which is really good.
I cooked myself some ravioli in cheese sauce and had 2/3rds of a bottle of Beck's before sloshing it all over the rug.
Melissa is out at the moment. I'm typing this and listening to Neil Young's album Zuma. When Melissa gets back we're going to her mum and dads to shower, then home to settle down.
Tomorrow, Tuesday, full day in work. You can bet there's going to be some juicy stuff in here then. Or not.
Wednesday for the sink photos. Promise*.
*Not an actual promise, not legally binding, more of a glib remark than anything, really.
