It's been a busy day.
The warning came yesterday by email from the landlord. 'We are doing a house visit next Wednesday.'
My mind is already full of conspiracy theories as to why this is happening now. Is this because they are thinking of selling up? I know he is unwell and not keen on continuing. Is this a ruse to increase rents, for me and at least one other? Is this because the young plumber last week considered my loo a disgrace, and now wishes to redo it for a fee? Who knows.
This did mean that I must now do all those little jobs that I have ignored and hoped to leave until March or thereabouts. So out this morning for paint, and half the window frames have been dobbed this morning to hide the mess left by Jack Frost and his mates. The broken bits will soon be glued back together, and the loo tidied up, to some extent anyway.
Chocolate must be left 'lying about' as a bribe, ' For the grandson,' As this is always difficult for a woman to refuse. So, I must paint, glue, clean, and bow the knee, and hope to find out what is going on. Funnily enough, I awoke this morning with a 'feeling' that I was going to move. Clearly this is not trustworthy, but you never know. The moving I did today will offer me more strained muscles in the morning when I return to finish what I started today.
