window cleaning, anyone?
Jun. 13th, 2004 06:08 pmSo I wanted to take a break from work today.
First, the Reflexology session was cancelled.
Then, it took us until 2.50 to get back from Tesco's because we were lugging garden chairs with us on the bus.
So no more time to go see an exhibition at a museum.
In order to be productive, I decided to clean the windows.
Some moron decided to only have windows in this flat that open towards the OUTSIDE. In a FIRST FLOOR FLAT. Some windows (two big ones in the living room and the main bedroom) cannot be opened AT ALL.
Show me the guy who did this so I can hang him by his testicles.
Our windows are now reasonably clean bar a couple of noticeable smudge marks. This involved me standing on a chair and the inside window sill and (sometimes) squeezing my head through a hole between a window bar and the upper part of a two-part window.
Note to self - don't clean windows when it's very windy and make sure window sill is very dry. Else, danger of being
a) swept off window sill
b) Banging head on upper window being blown forcefully inwards
neither of which happened, but still ...
and I was SO looking forward to being able to CLEAN MY OWN WINDOWS!
Needless to say, I'm VERY grouchy right now.
Have repeatedly refused husband's requests to go see POA. It's somehow not my idea of a feelgood Sunday night movie.
Am cross with myself for having missed Shaun of the Dead in the cinema.
First, the Reflexology session was cancelled.
Then, it took us until 2.50 to get back from Tesco's because we were lugging garden chairs with us on the bus.
So no more time to go see an exhibition at a museum.
In order to be productive, I decided to clean the windows.
Some moron decided to only have windows in this flat that open towards the OUTSIDE. In a FIRST FLOOR FLAT. Some windows (two big ones in the living room and the main bedroom) cannot be opened AT ALL.
Show me the guy who did this so I can hang him by his testicles.
Our windows are now reasonably clean bar a couple of noticeable smudge marks. This involved me standing on a chair and the inside window sill and (sometimes) squeezing my head through a hole between a window bar and the upper part of a two-part window.
Note to self - don't clean windows when it's very windy and make sure window sill is very dry. Else, danger of being
a) swept off window sill
b) Banging head on upper window being blown forcefully inwards
neither of which happened, but still ...
and I was SO looking forward to being able to CLEAN MY OWN WINDOWS!
Needless to say, I'm VERY grouchy right now.
Have repeatedly refused husband's requests to go see POA. It's somehow not my idea of a feelgood Sunday night movie.
Am cross with myself for having missed Shaun of the Dead in the cinema.