In Between Days.

The Weekend.

Saturday was one of those days when if something was going to go wrong it would. It was a gorgeous warm day, warm enough to have the fan on low constantly. 

I noticed when I washed up the water was slow draining away. But as I don't really know what I'm doing I left well alone. 

I cleaned up, sorting a couple of boxes under the table. Decor mainly,  wrapping some bits in bubble wrap and discarding bits that I no longer want. I found a couple of casualties that had broke, hence the bubble wrap. That done I had lunch, I fancied beans on toast, one slice of my low carb bread had gone moldy so, I used up the three slices that were left. It obviously doesn't keep well. The toaster was working fine at this point, but later on when Kev came home and tried to toast a bagel for Charlotte it had stopped working. Obviously my fault, as I was the last to use it! So that binned it'll mean a new one. 

Once Charlotte had gone home I remembered to mention the sink not draining well. Kev set to and looked at it. He took the pipes apart and cleaned what he could, but, as he'd been at work, he isn't flexible afterwards ( poor bugger is on his feet for 8 hours, and that's a lot for someone his age!) So he struggled to get down to below the sink area. It resulted in a bit of a mess to mop up and it's still not draining. He will have another look Monday. If he still can't sort it we will phone Metropolitan and get them to send someone out ( eventually). 

So by the time he had done it was gone midnight which when you've been up at 5.30 am is a bit of a bugger. We went to bed, but I had a poor night, too keyed up I think and got back up to deal with a banging headache. 

Sunday.

Because we had used a lot of towels cloths and mop head covers in the clean up, there were all in a heap wet through, so I got up when Kev did and went over to the laundry with them. While I was there I took the rest of the washing. We don't very often use the laundry when its not our day, unlike some who are constantly over there. But luckily I'd got most of it done and out before Mariola dropped a bag over to be done. I let her know when I'd finished, but as she seems to wash every day it wouldn't hurt her to wait for once. At least it will mean they'll be less to do for us on Tuesday. In fact I said to Kev I might start making a habit of nipping some over early on a Sunday, we never really have more than a couple of loads to do. It's mainly bedding, towels, uniform and whatever we wear. A lot of my tees are hand wash only. So I quite often do those in the sink myself. 

Washing up wise, I washed up in the kitchen sink, carrying the bowl either out to to tip down the loo or the drain outside. It was just a case of being mindful not to just tip it away like usual. In fact I did my daily step count by the time I'd finished the washing and pegging out etc. Going back and forth to the laundry over at the centre certainly is a work out. It's been a while since I had to go over and use the machines, but luckily I remembered how.