Strange man on the roof

I awake this morning to find a strange man power washing my neighbours roof. Now theres something that you dont see everyday. He sees me taking his photograph, so I wave at him and offer to make him a cuppa, but he declines. Oh well, his loss.

Today is Ruby sitting day and the day that I do the menial tasks around the home, todays menial task specified by she who must be obeyed is fix the flat tyres on her bike. Actually, rephrase that, my bike that she has been using.

I have never seen two tyres as flat as this, so I strip them off the rims and stick them in the sink. Oh my, there was more bubbles than the mild green fairly liquid advert.

I retain one of the thorns that I extract from the tyres, (of which there was many) and show them to Connie when she gets home. She says, oh I must have ran over a thorn, eh no, not quite I think you must have cycled through an entire briar patch, took a detour via the brambles, then for good measure popped some wheelies through old mrs smiths roses at the bottom of the road.

Whie writing this, it occurs to met that I should try to come up with an anecdote to say the tyres were as flat as X, however I cant think of anything off the top of my head and I ask Connie to name something that is flat, she replies, completely spontaneously "tyres, your mood, a bad music song and..... hedgehogs".

My god women, where did that stuff come from, I was thinking that you might have come up with Road, walls, the TV but I wasnt expecting, your mood & hedgehogs.

As an afterthough and by a suggestion from a reader of this journal, the tyres were as flat as Kate Moss's chest on her last week at weight watchers.

I drop Ruby off at nursery and on the way out I speak to a nice young lad who is a stay at home dad. Now on a personal level he is a nice lad, but do you what I am totally jealous of this situation. I go to work and therefore I cant spend the days with my children, however by doing so I am ultimately paying for the stay at home dads. The system just isnt right.

Anyways, as seems my habit in these journal entries I digress a little from my day because as soon as I drop her off I go to Halfrauds to buy a new headlight bulb of which I cant believe the cheapest £10. I get to the counter and the spotty work experience boy says, do you want me to fit that for you mate. Hmmm, let me give that a minutes thought, do I want you, a spotty work experience kid to pop the bonnet of my car, pull apart the wiring loom attached to my headlight bulb, insert a new one without touching the glass of the halogen bulb thats just cost me a tenner and put back everything the right way after the trial and error of forceably disconnecting it. Eh No thanks spotty work experience kid, I think ive got it covered there cheers.

One the way home, I have another bash at geocaching and find three, surprisingly easier in the daylight it would seem.

Nothing else to report today excpet for the fact that its exceptionally windy this evening and by bedtime the entire contents of my three recylcing bins are blowing like a sea of cans along the street. Cars are having to swerve around my buckets like a slalom contents and Im out with my jammies on having to retrieve.