1) Been thinking about twins. Somehow, and for no clear reason. Except that weeks ago I saw what appeared to be twins (women) both running (separately, one behind the other) for a train in Charing Cross Station. And that day before yesterday I thought I walked past two shopping twins (women again), one with a young child, looking at face creams. And today I maybe saw the same two maybe women twins on Canterbury High Street, walking briskly. Maybe not. You’d think I’d know for sure. But I don’t. I’m wondering if it’s not unusual for me to be in an almost constant state of double take.
2) The number of people working on the house today all at once: 6
3) The number of posé turns I did across the floor in ballet: at least 50. No wonder I’m seeing twins.
4) Hauled a chest of drawers up three steps on my own. Last time I did something like that was 15 years ago, when I carried a different set up an entire flight single-handedly. Nevertheless, proud of myself. Even if R, E, and M might not like it in the sitting room.
5) One of the six men in my house today fixed the tumble dryer. He’d been round to fix the oven last year, and the washing machine several years before that. You’d think therefore that we had a relationship of sorts. Well, no. Despite five others being in the house — in the same open space indeed, talking and joking — I couldn’t entice him to a single off the cuff remark. He did inform me though that the thermostat had gone, in his opinion, because the filter was bunged up. He lifted it up to show me: should be able to see through there. Oops. I tried to tell him, my voice no doubt trailing off, that I did sometimes carry it up to the shower…I did, um, try. He remained unmoved.
6) Another of the men in my house today was the template person. Whenever I asked if something were possible, he replied with a resounding yes. I liked that. We should all be so lucky.
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March 1, 2008 at 1:11 am
Deborah Rey
Uh … are you okay, Patricia?
twins… (2 or 3)
50 turns (at least)
6 men
Hmm… I think all this buildingsite-living is getting to you, dear heart.
March 2, 2008 at 2:31 pm
gina
6 men in the house and you hauled the dresser up the stairs yourself??? surely at least the one that everything is possible for could have assisted you in this backbreaking endeavor!!!
March 2, 2008 at 9:19 pm
pdom
I know, I know…I actually wondered if one of them would hear me and run to my rescue. The floor squeaked enough!
The truth is I thought they would think I was stark raving mad for even attempting it when everything else in the house is so plainly filthy and in need of tackling — so I didn’t even drop a hint. Which is pretty much what the family thought when they got home — which is why I didn’t run the idea past them first!
Good to hear from you Gina — and thank you Deborah! I’m always glad to be fussed over. Although having re-calculated the number of turns (seriously, at about 3 in the morning), I think it’s closer to 100. I don’t know what got into Miss Sarah, but clearly I’m still unwinding from it….
March 11, 2008 at 5:29 pm
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