Monday, September 8, 2008

8th September 2008

It's Monday night at 8:55, 8 sept 08 i.e. 080908. I am sitting here in the kitchen waiting for the leftovers to warm up and having a glass of Argento Chardonnay. I have been painting in the office because I can't use the workshop because of the mould. What can I say? It has been a rainy summer. I intend to get rid of the mould but I have to get the outside fixed first, surely?

Kate and Lesley have gone off on a camping/canoe trip. Joe tried to fix the dryer vent, but we didn't have the right stuff. Poppy is spatchcocked on the floor and the rain is hammering on the skylight.

Over-the-laneway's ferret is missing again. Hope it's okay.

Dorian from two doors down came over to help me as I swept up the debris from John-and-Tran-from-Vietnam's television. They had put it out for the garbage but too early - the skateboarders from Central Tech got it first and placed it on the very edge of the sidewalk outside my house, so they could skate over it, but of course, it fell over, face-first, and broke onto the road. I swept it up and Dorian was worried that he would have no babies. Hope he's not right.

So that's the result of my day.

Hope everyone's okay.

Love
M