Revolutionary Rants

Apprently we must brace ourselves (at least those in the South East) for the hottest day since 1911. Cripes. And we still don’t have our shower. We were promised it — verbally — by our estate agent and each Friday Chris and I pop in to their office to try and find out what is going on. ‘Oh, it’ll be next week’ with a varity of excuses attached (my favourite being ‘the plumber is in Bangor this week’) has been our weekly answer. Today an e-mail has been fired off. It is too hot for baths.

On a happier note, a lovely weekend was had by Chicken and I. On Friday we had our — also weekly — lunch out and went round town. Then we relaxed and enjoyed Nicki’s eviction from BB. On Saturday we went to town for birthday presents and smoothies and in the later afternoon cycled the Tarka Trail. We went from ours to Instow, there and back in just under two hours (at a leisurely pace). Yesterday we had Sunday lunch at the lovely Stag’s Head Inn near Filleigh with my parents, Nan and visiting Aunt and cousin. Then Mr C and I went for a swim to cool down.

In the evening we watched Capote (well worth a view, believe the hype about Phillip Seymour Hoffman) and continued our viewing of the Matrix trilogy. Sunday is now DVD night, by the way!

We are still slightly surprised that we now wake up — refreshed and rested — at around 8am at the weekends. We never used to get up before 9am without an alarm, but now we’re up and pottling around by 8:30! It is nice, actually, I like getting up earlier now (in the week our alarm snaps on at 7:15) and feel like I have a full day. I don’t look up from typing to see it is already 11:30 all the time!

Another nice thing, which I certainly didn’t think of, is that we now appreciate our time together a lot more. It was nice to be together all the time, during our student years, but now we really make sure we have a good weekend and do what we fancy in the evenings. It is all good. I think we’ll miss our Friday afternoons more, if I work normal hours (once I start)!