It was a funny week last week. The weather did this peculiar thing where it rained intensely for five minutes every hour for four days in a row. I think I put my washing out six times. The postman still likes putting my letters in puddles.
IKEA gave me a new mattress and in return I gave them some money. It took ages to buy because the first time I went I forgot how big my bed was. The second time I went, the one I wanted was sold out according to the tag and the assisstant in the bed section. But I found a pile of the 'sold out' mattresses in the warehouse so I bought one anyway. Strange shop.
Buying a mattress feels very grown up. I don't like purchasing material goods out here, but I was swayed by the whole "third of your life is spent sleeping" argument and I was spending my third wallowing in the softest most rubbish mattress I have ever owned, and waking up all achey. Can someone explain to me why a firmer mattress has to be thicker? Surely it could be thinner, more like a table?
The other funny thing was the time I spent shovelling mud and gravel on telly. Some friends run a community playgroup and they asked a telly reality makeover show if they would come and help sort out some damp and flooding issues. I went along to help move earth, although I spent just as much time removing children from skips. Small children are attracted to skips like magnets.
My preconceptions about precious telly presenters were demolished. This one looked like Hagrid, all beard and hair. I turned up at dawn to find he'd been at work for an hour on his own already. This guy worked just as hard when the camera wasn't on him and really went the extra mile to see the project through. It'll be on telly in August and there will be several moments where I am scrubbing a brick in the background whilst the presenter crouches in the foreground explaining the virtues of an intact damp-proof membrane.
PS Hagrid isn't in the photo.
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