A cupboard fell off the wall this morning. The carcass was pretty rotten at the back and there was probably too much weight on it. It had been in the bathroom when we moved in – over the bath – but it was a match for the kitchen cupboards and I wanted to be able to put the shower onto a fixing and stand up to shower. I can’t say that I’m massively sorry, I have hit my head on it a few times and it hurts like you wouldn’t believe when you really crack it! There is no a lot of homeless cat food so I need to go out and buy a shelf unit and sort it all out.
Also, I have to sort out some clothes for a charity bag, go shopping and finish sorting my art room and that just feels like too big a job.
I brought the washing in t least. It is so humid at the mo that it was damper than when it went out!
What I want to do is go skating and then go and see friends.
I need to increase my hours at work again for a short while. I kept my hours to between 40 and 45 for a month or so because maintaining the hours that i was doing was having a detrimental affect in more ways than one but I am getting further and further behind so I’ll have to step it back up again. I can do a few weekends whilst Mr PinQ is at work so it won’t be too bad.
Onwards and Upwards.
Although I hadn’t planned to, I went out after rehearsal.
I’d seen a guy park his bike across the road and the next time I noticed him, he looked as if he was going to break into my car but it turned out that he was using the tinted windows as a mirror to do his hair. Somehow, I had missed him moving his bike to the back of my car. Ready to go home, I put it in reverse to head out of the car park and was shocked to hear my car touch something. I jumped out and found a scratch on his bike!
I went and told him and he inspected the bike but it turned out that he had put the scratch in it, not me. *phew*
I had wondered, to have scratched it like that, I should have smashed his indicator!
Anyhoo, I said that if he found anything wrong with it, he should tell his friend (one of my party this evening) who would be able to get hold of me.
He said, “Why? Are you his mum?”
Now, the boy is 21 which would have made me 17, the same age that my mum was when she had me. I would have expected to have been horrified by such a comment but I wasn’t – I actually thought that it was quite a nice thing to say because I would be proud to have a boy like that for a son.
I have my Level 9 and 10 skating assessments tonight and it isn’t looking promising.
After 6 weeks of learning the required elements with one tutor, she told me that she was going to be on holiday for two weeks, including Test Week (tonight). Last week, I hadn’t been assigned to any of the tutors and was taken on with one who was teaching Gold.
Now, everything done backwards takes me a long time to crack and I still have good and bad weeks with some of those things, in the same way I did doing cross-overs in a clockwise direction at Level 5 but they are fine now.
When I was doing my back crosses for the backwards inside edge, he came over and took my hands and pushed me around at the speed he expects me to be able to do them. Then I discovered that the little backwards inside edges and the backwards outside edges with a scull leading into each are also not how he would expect.
This does not bode well!