I spent much of this morning cleaning the hoover. This fancy piece of Tesco cleaning technology requires cleaning itself once a month and I may have missed a month or two. There was so much muck that I could not get it open. Once open the dust had solidified so it would not come out. This is where the use of ageing chopsticks come into their own. Every home requires a set of cheap chopsticks as one of these rammed up inside the blessed equipment eventually releases sufficient dust to require another hoovering of the whole house! Once I had poked, brushed, shaken and thumped several parts of this almost totally plastic machine I put it to good use, clearing up the mess left by cleaning the brute. It did make a difference mind, the thing almost stuck to the floor once I put it to use and soon the place was back to the normal standard of grime. A whole morning spent on this!
About noon the weather chilled a wee bit and I wondered about turning on the heating. There was a New Zealand soldier from the Great War I had to research and was surprised just how easily his information could be found. The Aussies are similar regarding Great War men. However I had to download 24 pages and this took over an hour. Interesting stuff mind but it took time.
As my fingers began to freeze an email from the museum that was somewhat confusing arrived. The effort of answering this meaningless communication (she is a woman) led me to consider it might be better to go there and talk to her. (When there it still took a few moments to get through and in the end I was not sure I knew what was what!) Anyway as the museums heat was on off I went. After avoiding the hundred Victorian children running around learning about the past we discussed WW2 and the stuff I have been ignoring! It looks like I have lots to do now, starting tomorrow.
When there I took one or two not very good pictures of stuff in the shop in an effort to sell them to the locals online. I was a bit rushed and will have to do it all again on Tuesday when it's quiet. The pictures of the headscarves and cards came out just about workable but the others were a bit peely wally. It is amazing what folks buy in a museum shop. As we are linked to the silk mill museum down the way we have many cards based on their designs and women are always buying them, every day we sell cards for a variety of purposes, and before the cards shown (not from the silk mill) were on the shelf they were being bought. Personally I want folks to buy books re the town history but money keeps the place open.
A whole day in which only three things have been done! I don't usually manage that many.