Call Of Duty…
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Tuesday again, I think!
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It is hard to keep track at the moment because of all the upheaval.
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Last night Big H rang the friend that he goes to play his computer games with one night a week, and asked him to come over and help him put up his new screen over the fireplace.
Of course that necessitated a few beer…and then a few games as a test….and then some popcorn to go with the cold beer!
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Basically it ended up as an evening of unexpected, and totally unscheduled fun and games .
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I stayed with them until about 10.15pm before retiring to my bed for a quiet read, no doubt much to their relief at being able to turn up all the side effects of maiming, killing and generally socking it to the enemy.
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Big H’s life has continued to be further enhanced by the timely arrival this morning of the new computer game he has ordered.
It is …. The Call Of Duty Series-Modern Warfare 2…. and will no doubt add greatly to his pleasure and his reaction times.
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If we are ever attacked by highly trained special forces, in overwhelming numbers, in real life, no doubt we will now last at least two seconds .
So of course I feel much safer!
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We actually needed someone to arrive and cheer us up, because we were feeling very frustrated by our Paint Pod, the one that we bought a while age.
Initially we had intended to use it immediately we bought it, but as things turned out it had not been used before, as we were waiting until the different workmen were finally getting near to the end of all this dust and mess, which has gone on forever.
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Big H got the Pod out and brought it into the living room, along with some of the containers of the special paint you have purchase to use with the machine.
He wanted to paint the chimney breast in order to finally fit his television.
This was at about 3.00pm, and well timed for asking our big, strong painter to help lift the huge thing up to the wall brackets, before he went off home for the night.
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The machine would not bloody work.
No way could we get the paint to come up the tube and into the roller.
After hours of swearing, we could only deduce that the pump was not working for some reason.
It was not as if we had even used it before.
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Anyway, hours later, Big H had to admit defeat and paint the wall in the old, tried and tested, machine-free fashion …by hand!
Not helped, I confess, by me laughing and threatening to take a picture of him painting with his new ‘machine’.
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Today, I have moved up into one of my sons’ old bedrooms, because the painters are going to start doing up the living room and our proper bedroom.
I got everything we needed moved upstairs, only to find that the room was freezing and the radiators were not actually working, even though they were turned to full heat settings.
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Big H found that when the plasterer had removed them to do his thing, he had put them back but not done anything to adjust them again.
As a result, he had to bleed them etc, in order to get the pressure up again.
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The poor thing was absolutely shattered from continually having to keep going up and down all the stairs.
But he succeeded, even though it is going to take some time to warm up the room.
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Small irritations really, when you think what some unfortunate people have to face daily.
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I wonder what you will do today?
It always seems to me that not a lot happens on a Tuesday…it is a quiet sort of day.
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I don’t like a Tuesday, because that is the one night that our local Chinese takeaway is closed, and that very fact makes me want one badly, even knowing that I am doomed to be disappointed.
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There is nowt as contrary as people, as my old Uncle Herbie used to say….when he was not coughing!
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Have a good one,
J.
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