The rat is back - I could smell something in the kitchen last night - and when I went downstairs I head movement - the fucker is living in the stud walls. Today I shall have to strip the whole kitchen in pursuit. I am not happy.
Yesterday I stripped out the old boiler cupboard and made a wardrobe - with shelves, a hanging rail the precise height for my coats, places for shoes and underwear - I am overjoyed. I had an attack of autism in the evening and graded white T shits by wear and tear - socks by blackness and jeans by wearabillity. I also cleaned up the office - feel much better for it.
The house is quite tidy - but only because the front room is now used for storage, including the hot water tank and all my books.
I'm still suffering the folly of the over enthusiastic wet shave. I have terrible razor rash and ingrowing hair - and my face has erupted in spots. I'll never shave again. 13 years of stubble and I go and do something stupid like this. It feels horrible and is growing back like diamond carbide drill bits.
It's the last bank holiday before Xmas - best make the most of it - and the clocks go back in a month... I've already noticed how much more dark there is and it was quite chilly this morning before the sun came up - the country park was windy and covered in purple badger shit -brambles are legion this year, little Mouse took great pleasure in grinding a lump into her fur.
I should start working - but 'The Nun's Story' is on again and I bloody love this film.
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