This week's news

We had a trip to cardiology this week (following our cancellation a short time ago) - and all is well. Actually, all is the same which is still good news. Emily has to go back in a couple of weeks for a treadmill test to measure her exercise tolerance (or lack of). This will be interesting. As is the way with many teenage girls, exercise is not very de riguer and she doesn't find getting redfaced and sweaty very appealling. Watch this space!

Another piece of news this week is that the DWP with their usual predictability have turned down our renewal request. I find it a little disconcerting that the same claim that produced an award last time is unsuccessful this time. I wouldn't mind so much if they were bloody consistent.

No2 son (and the no2 only describes the order in which they arrived, I must make this clear) is off to uni tomorrow. Sob. On the plus side my recycling bin will not be full of beer cans and the phone bill might be a little less. Every cloud and all that.

Extraordinary task #345 & Sod's Law

In order to keep on top of the mess that continually rises around me I set myself a couple of extraordinary tasks every week. You know the sort; tidying the linen cupboard (I'd enjoy that but I don't have one), the glory hole (under the stairs, to the uninitiated) and wiping the skirting boards (I don't look down for the rest of the time).

Today's task is the Man Drawer. You've heard of these haven't you? Even households without man in them have a Man Drawer.






Here's ours.

It contains many Useful Things, for example, expired Library Cards - for scraping ice from your windscreen. Mainly though it holds useless items that no-one takes responsibility for throwing away; Pencils (blunt) and pens (mostly with no ink), expired batteries, non working headphones, the 'gifts' from last Christmas's crackers.......ad infinitum.

Every so often I have a good clearout but you know what? The very next day I find that I need that Thing that was in the Man Drawer and I have to rummage through the bin for it and restore it to it's rightful home admidst much raised eyebrows and 'I told you so' from the Man of the House. Sod's Law.

PAT has gone...

But in the worst possible way; the appointment was cancelled. This is most frustrating. Note that I'm being incredibly polite here and respecting that I may have sensitive readers who don't wish to read my effing and jeffing. It means that PAT hasn't truly gone and is just lurking in the corner ready to pounce.

I will Keep Calm and Carry On.