… I said it's particularly nasty weather.
My work/walk balance is completely out of balance. Too much of my time is spent working when I should be walking. So, when I have a spare day (or even half day, if I’m desperate), I like to pop out for a bit of a yomp – quite often over local fields.
This weekend, having a rare day with nothing specific planned, I had two options with what to do with it: I could either go for a walk with Husband, or I could finally go and fit the new sink in Mother’s bathroom. The latter has been outstanding for a despicable length of time (I fitted the new toilet back in January and intended to do the sink not long after).
So, I spent the afternoon a cursing sink design that doesn’t allow a tap spanner (or indeed any spanner) of any design comfortably into the space around the tap nuts – but for once I found myself pleased to be indoors.
Why? Because on this mid-July day, the weather in Mother’s locale was very, very wet. Really – I’m not exaggerating here. It rained a lot.
Now, I wouldn’t call myself a fair weather walker. In fact, I’m sure that if there should ever be a freak drought in the Lake District then all they need to do is call for us – it’s almost guaranteed to start raining the moment that we leave the M6. Rain is definitely a recurring theme on our outings (‘there’s no such thing as bad weather, just inappropriate clothing’ I always remind myself).
But, on a day when I could usefully spend time indoors, and thus free up another day (potentially with better weather, or so I will try to kid myself), I felt like I had allocated my time wisely today. The sink is fitted. Next time I have a free day, I will be out and about*.
(*Ma: don’t worry, I’ve not forgotten the new radiator – it is next on my list!)
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