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Mar. 25th, 2008 02:53 pmToday so far has been... ehhh, mostly useless. I couldn't paint this morning as I was waiting for Andy to turn up to pick up the boy's car for its MOT, (you know as soon as you're into the groove and doing something complex and attention-grabbing the doorbell will go and you'll be trapped downstairs for half an hour being polite and come back to a congealed pallette and no idea what you were trying to do) and in between that got whined at by JR for not pumping up the tyres on my car in a prompt enough fashion for his liking.
Then again he's been whining about that for weeks already, and refusing to do it for me because it's 'not his job'. Like I don't make meals for him when mum's not here even though that's 'not my job' either. It's called division of labour, so I thought. He refuses to set foot in the kitchen unless it's to swallow a tub or three of yoghurt and massacre some cheese onto an oatcake, you'd have thought in aid of not-starving when mother's away he'd be willing to pump up a couple of tyres but apparrently not.
Not that it made much difference in the end, he wound up doung half of it anyway cause I couldn't get the valve caps off. If he'd just done it himself in the first place it would have saved a 2-week battle of wills. (Why yes, I can be shockingly petty, how did you guess?)
MOT is due in a couple of weeks on my car too. Haven't even had a chance to take it off the driveway yet. (The tax disk only just came though. Took forever to get it changed from the previous owner's disabled class)
I fear I haven't driven in the better part of six months already, I'm not overly looking forward to starting again in a totally different car. Plus the indicator stalk is on the opposite side to every other car I've ever driven. This means I WILL be turning on the windscreen wipers instead of indicating on an annoyingly regular basis.
Unrelated to any of that, who the hell did I say I was going to send a Cadbury Flake to? It was either
kristi510 or
mfphila in one of those random discussions about ice cream, Mr Whippy and a 99-with-a-flake.
I know I said I would send one but I can't remember who I was sending it to.
Then again he's been whining about that for weeks already, and refusing to do it for me because it's 'not his job'. Like I don't make meals for him when mum's not here even though that's 'not my job' either. It's called division of labour, so I thought. He refuses to set foot in the kitchen unless it's to swallow a tub or three of yoghurt and massacre some cheese onto an oatcake, you'd have thought in aid of not-starving when mother's away he'd be willing to pump up a couple of tyres but apparrently not.
Not that it made much difference in the end, he wound up doung half of it anyway cause I couldn't get the valve caps off. If he'd just done it himself in the first place it would have saved a 2-week battle of wills. (Why yes, I can be shockingly petty, how did you guess?)
MOT is due in a couple of weeks on my car too. Haven't even had a chance to take it off the driveway yet. (The tax disk only just came though. Took forever to get it changed from the previous owner's disabled class)
I fear I haven't driven in the better part of six months already, I'm not overly looking forward to starting again in a totally different car. Plus the indicator stalk is on the opposite side to every other car I've ever driven. This means I WILL be turning on the windscreen wipers instead of indicating on an annoyingly regular basis.
Unrelated to any of that, who the hell did I say I was going to send a Cadbury Flake to? It was either
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I know I said I would send one but I can't remember who I was sending it to.