I'm no happy!
Waking early near six thirty I had finished breakfast by around nine.
Well there is the emails to read, none whatsoever again, not even spam.
There is the daily online papers to scrutinise, occasionally adding comments beneath. To the 'Daily Mail' I am a Socialist Labour Leftie Communist, to the 'Guardian' a fascist and to me that indicates I am on the right track. Not that there was much to comment on, just misandrists attacking men for saying things about women when women say worse about men and are feted by such as those who use the term feminist, (Has anyone see the feminist bible? What are the ten laws of feminism?). There was also an Oxbridge type Labour woman warning about Jeremy Corbyn being a danger. You could not make this up, a woman who has never worked telling others what Labour should stand for!
Anyway I was up for work by then, sort off, so I hoovered a day early, considered the dusting and considered doing that later, much later, made space and set up the ironing board.
These jobs are all, as you know, what women were made for. Quite why they make such a fuss about doing it with no help when they also make such a fuss about not having it done even when it doesn't need it except in their eyes by a man who sees no need to do what doesn't require doing. I fail to understand their fuss myself.
Sadly I could not convince any woman to do this work, work she was clearly made for and then worked my way through a pile of shirts that had been awaiting ironing for some time. I didn't recognise some of them it's been so long. I took fro granted they had been washed but ...you never know, too late now.
So I spent all morning going back and forth while watching an old video about Nero, except when a bit broke off the iron, I wonder what that was for?
After what to me was an interminable time I grabbed the shirts, now hanging sort of ironed on the bookcases and took them to the cupboard. This was a moment of triumph! With all the shirts washed and ironed and put away I could forget this for another year, or so. Happily I fell over things lying about and made for the east wing.
My day was made as I opened the door of the venetian blind slatted cupboard. Holding a mass of shirts with one hand I jerked open the door gently and the beam pulled away from the rest off the door and all the strats that make up the door fell to the floor.
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It all remains there.
It might remain there a long time!
To replace the slats will take forever, as one goes in the next falls out. As you get higher the lower fall out again. The small door above occasionally does this and it takes ages to get the two or three slats back in place. There appear to be a lot of things to replace. This could be an ongoing process for some days, if not weeks.
I'm so happy...
