The Festering Season
am having one of those lives at the moment, due to the run up to the festering season .... Also decorating. Also impending guests. Also impending Druidic invasion at the weekend. Also novel to finish. Also Also....we've all been there.
This has led to a lot of attempted organisation, which has then been sabotaged by yours truly...
Yes, we have all been there. I'm residing there right now. And I like the idea of it as the 'festering' season - implying all the petty annoyances which build up to ensure everyone sits about sulking for two days.
The rennovations are at last showing signs of progress as, touch wood, the weather is mysteriously dry in Devon whilst the rest of the country appears to be about to sink, if the flood warnings are to be believed. However, the scaffold is braced through the window of my bedroom. So not only have I moved my Who collection out, but I have moved myself out. The window is boarded up, but there's a foul-smelling breeze coming through the scaffold poles and the one night I tried sleeping in there I managed about two hours in bursts of fifteen minutes or less and spent the rest of the entire day violently - and I do mean violently - ill.
At the moment I am sleeping on the sofa bed in the lounge. This is a sort of civilised variation of the first few months in the place, when I slept first on a mattress 'borrowed' from my old rented flat and then on a futon which had to be turned back into a sofa every morning as it was my only bit of furniture. In some ways it is quite cosy and fun, but knowing that when I do get up I shall have to transform the bed back into a sofa* makes me very depressed each morning and I skulk in bed as long as possible. For the first time ever this weekend, the chap was up and about before me because I was wallowing.
G is meant to be down for the holiday, although maybe not, which means work needs to be done and the various rooms restored to their correct uses before the 21st. Because I'm off to London on the 22nd for the Pipettes' Xmas party on the 23rd, then the chap and I are zooming back on the last fast train out of Paddington on Christmas Eve. Which means I need all the food for the festive season in the house before I go away.
But right now I need to finish shopping for various siblings whose presents go in the post, organise various other family things, meet up with various friends, book the train back to London for New Year, get my hair cut, worry if the paint is going to be the right colour...argh. I am doing the classic thing of writing lists that I promptly lose and mis-prioritising tasks. I should get out the coloured pencils and do a full revision timetable (one that would then need revising due to having taken so much time drawing it up to start with...)
Oh, and I need to do my taxes.
*worst transformer toy ever. It's not even a robot in disguise.