New front door update: the double glazing company called today and said that because of the enormous nature of our new front door, fitting would be delayed by one week. Which is fine because a) it still means everything will be completed in under three weeks and b) I am impressed they have been super-efficient so far and have kept us up-to-date with what is going on.
However, I can't get over the fact we apparently have a bigger than usual front door. I keep looking at it and thinking,'Really? That big?' Honestly, it looks ordinary size to me. And now I keep staring at other front doors and trying to mentally compare sizes with ours. Which, again, is fine providing no-one is coming out of their front door whilst I am in mid-stare, in which case they probably think I am some kind of door weirdo.
Anyway, up this morning with the urge to give the kitchen a jolly good clean. Empty all the cupboards, chuck stuff out, clean shelves and doors, wash contents of cupboards, replace remaining stuff in an orderly fashion. Mission accomplished. No-one is allowed to go into any of the cupboards and drawers as they are now pristine. And if they HAVE to go into the cupboards and drawers for the purpose of, oh I don't know - cooking dinner - then everything must be replaced EXACTLY where found or ELSE there will be TROUBLE with a capital TRUB!
Then it was into the garden to oil the new garden furniture. Andy came into the garden too, in order to clean off the old garden chairs with water, a stiff brush and copious elbow grease, to prepare them for painting lovely bright blue. And in his usual gardening tradition he performed this mucky job wearing a decent pair of trousers and a nice summer shirt. Sheesh...
It was whilst I was bending and stretching and squatting my way around the garden furniture with my oily rag and pot of Cuprinol that I discovered I was wearing my big pants. I shan't reveal HOW I made this discovery but it reminded me that perhaps they need to go to the big pants holiday home in the sky. One cannot perform serious gardening activities wearing big pants. I need to train myself into the mindset that I now wear smaller pants.
So who watched 'Bake Off' last night? Very exciting! I think the right person was eliminated, mostly because he wore a hat through the entire process. I am sorry, but unless you are wearing a proper chef's hat, you don't wear hats whilst baking. Call me old-fashioned, call me hatist, but that's what I think. Anything could have fallen off that hat into his baking - fluff, spiders, stray railway tickets. I didn't think his baking was that great, either.
Tomorrow it is Andy's and mine 11th Wedding Anniversary! Eleven years! The traditional gift for 11 years is 'Steel.' Well, we both looked at each other when we discovered this and said, 'Steel? I don't think so.' I think we were equally uninspired by hunting down suitable steel gifts so we decided to abandon our traditional 'stick-with-tradition' tradition and have a day out instead. (I have got Andy a little something, too - totally un-steel related but it is something he will like and not stare at thinking, 'What am I going to do with this weird steel thing.')
So there we go. Busy day, much done. I am going to have a read now - 'The Kashmir Shawl' by Rosie Thomas. I started it last night and it is most promising.