Unbelievable!

I finished the painting the corner cupboard this morning. I've painted miles of picture rails, 3 metres high on a big ladder, and crawled round the same mileage of skirting boards and dado rails, not to mention 10 (yes, 10!) door frames and a corner cupboard, using gloss paint, and I didn't spill a drop! I am so pleased, not to say, relieved. Nor yet did I ruin some perfectly good clothes. This is a record.

I was thinking this and congratulating myself as I did the very very last stroke, down in the corner of the cupboard door, and what do you know - I dropped a splodge of paint on the carpet!!! Can you believe it? *aaargh!*

Took a wee trip into town. It's not often you can catch Bobby without a crowd around him and seconds later, there were swarms (of people, not bees).

On the way in I was at the top front of the bus, along with two people on the other front seat. It always amazes me how people talk loudly about rather personal matters. My companions were a mother and son, and evidently the mother and the father didn't like the son's wife/partner and they were openly chatting about her and her failings. He was agreeing with his mother. I predict that marriage won't last.

'We're not rich, you know. You think we are, but we're not. We lost a lot of money in the Lloyd's crash. A LOT.'

She continued, 'We spent all our savings on the world cruise. We can't afford to send presents to everyone at Christmas. Is this George Street?'

At which point I piped up 'No, not yet', so I was obviously listening to what they were saying. They then carried on analysing the wife/partner.

'Your father used to try to look for her good points, but even he doesn't like her now. That's why we won't come and stay with you - he can't stand the tension.' All the while, the son sat nodding understandingly.

Then to me, 'Is this where we get off?'

'Yes it is. Such a pity - I won't get to hear the rest of the assassination of your daughter in law.'

No. I lie.

I didn't say the second bit.