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May. 9th, 2015 09:50 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pensnestI was excited to vote on Thursday. For the first time in I don't know how many years I'm in a constituency where my vote might actually count. And when Beast and I got to the polling station there was a *queue*! I've never had to wait to vote before. It felt as though something good might be happening.
It wasn't.
Yeah. Fuck.
So very disappointing.
***
A little light relief.
***
Thursday was otherwise quite busy. Zumba in the morning was a fun class. After lunch I went to a pottery painting place to produce a name-plate for the house, which is always good for the soul. And in the evening the Barbershop Choir had a fun, ecumenical sort of rehearsal. We had visiting line dancers and visiting tap dancers. They showed us their stuff, we sang for them, then everybody had a go at line dancing, some of us had a go at a tap routine, and we taught them to sing in four-part harmony. Plus a cake stall, a book sale, and a sale of sundries for charity, on the side. And I passed my voice test with flying colours.
Friday was bed day, as our new beds and mattresses were delivered and we constructed them, up in the attic. They look quite good, and acceptably sturdy. The hardest part was getting the mattresses up the stairs—they were vacuum-packed and rolled tightly, and quite heavy. They are now airing on the beds.
At some point during the afternoon, a one-ton digger rumbled insouciantly up to park in our driveway. The driver cheerfully handed me the key and said I could move it if it was in the way.
So today, men have come to excavate a trench in the back garden and dig us a new soakaway. Dear me, it is all happening, isn't it!
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It wasn't.
Yeah. Fuck.
So very disappointing.
***
A little light relief.
***
Thursday was otherwise quite busy. Zumba in the morning was a fun class. After lunch I went to a pottery painting place to produce a name-plate for the house, which is always good for the soul. And in the evening the Barbershop Choir had a fun, ecumenical sort of rehearsal. We had visiting line dancers and visiting tap dancers. They showed us their stuff, we sang for them, then everybody had a go at line dancing, some of us had a go at a tap routine, and we taught them to sing in four-part harmony. Plus a cake stall, a book sale, and a sale of sundries for charity, on the side. And I passed my voice test with flying colours.
Friday was bed day, as our new beds and mattresses were delivered and we constructed them, up in the attic. They look quite good, and acceptably sturdy. The hardest part was getting the mattresses up the stairs—they were vacuum-packed and rolled tightly, and quite heavy. They are now airing on the beds.
At some point during the afternoon, a one-ton digger rumbled insouciantly up to park in our driveway. The driver cheerfully handed me the key and said I could move it if it was in the way.
So today, men have come to excavate a trench in the back garden and dig us a new soakaway. Dear me, it is all happening, isn't it!
*
Campers, do make sure you're keeping up with
sparklyukfans.