Skipping the start of a restful break

 I've been looking forward to this week off work, after all, the pandemic has been stressful and a nice lie in on Monday morning would start the holiday a treat. Unfortunately, my holiday has coincided with the arrival of a skip next door just after 8.30, as my neighbours are having a new kitchen. Add to this the people opposite have just had a new bathroom fitted. Their skip is just being collected as I write at 16.30. In between times, the day has been - loudly - punctuated by the sounds of building work from both houses, most notably by liberal use of an angle grinder and power tools from next door. It's like a holiday on a building site.

Update: the bathroom waste skip is staying put - driver said it was too full, so there'll now be another skip delivered and then both will be taken away later in the week. As Slade so alliteratively put it, Cum on Feel the Noize.

New boots, longer days

 The advent of noticeably lighter nights and mornings has coincided with the need to make an emergency purchase of new walking boots. Last Sunday, I made the unwelcome discovery that my left boot was letting in - very cold - water; hence the emergency replacement.

Can't wait to test schlep this new pair of bad boys...

Wearing in around the house. Clumpy and stiff, but enough about me - the boots are fine.

Saving money, having fun

 One of the more surprising things for me in lockdown is the realisation that menu boxes are a 'thing'. Several companies advertise their willingness to rock up with all you need to cook dinner, so presumably there's quite a market for this.

Just imagine the money you could save and the excitement to be had by making a list of ingredients, then taking it to Lidl, where you can browse at leisure, out it in a basket - or trolley if feeling sporty and adventurous - paying for it, then going home to cook it.

Menu delivery? As Harry Enfield's character put it so well 'I saw you coming'.

https://youtu.be/lq7-cXqDIFM