And Tuesday has been just as bad!

Well, almost. I took one of my elderly Japanese friends over to the local shopping complex this morning, as she wanted to buy some pyjamas. She is a tiny - and I mean VERY tiny! little person, and the smallest adult womens' clothes are too big, so she buys children's clothes if she can get away with it. We had a quick look at the pyjamas in "Womens Wear" and went on to the kids' clothing section. Nothing there that she liked, so we went on to another department store and finally found something that fitted her, after trying on dozens of pyjama tops. Then she wanted three of the same outfit, so I found them for her and we headed for the checkout. After that we went into the supermarket for some groceries for both of us, and as she uses a walking stick, and carries a rather large bag, I had to carry all the other stuff back to the car - after we stopped half way for a coffee.
Now I am not complaining about any of this - I enjoy the company of my wee friend, and I am glad to be of help to her when it comes to shopping for clothes. But by the time I got home, my arthritic hands were soooooo sore after carrying those heavy bags. Still, there was work to be done, so I got stuck into it. I had not bothered dusting, vaccuuming or mopping floors since the work began in the back yard, as the dust and dirt just keeps finding its way inside, so I figured it wasn't worth even trying to keep the house clean. But today I decided I'd had enough, so I got out the vaccum cleaner and 'did' the whole house. Everything was fine until I used the nozzle to remove some cobwebs from the kitchen ceiling...and smashed one of the fluoro. lights to smithereens. Aggghhhh!!! Cleaned that up, put the vaccum cleaner away, and got the mop out. About half way through that job, I kicked the bucket over accidentally (well, of course - who would do it deliberately??), and the water spilled onto the carpet in the dining room. About this time, Ken walked in through the front door, and I growled "You had better turn round and go out again; this is not a nice place to be right now!" To which he took offence and did just that, slamming the door behind him! WAAAAGHH! So I had to run after him trying to convince him I was joking, it was nothing he had done, but boy he was going to be mad at me when I told him about the light I had smashed...

Turns out he was 'only joking' too, and had walked back out just to stir me up - yeah, funneeeeeee...But he wasn't mad about the light. Just commented that as it was so old, they might not make those fittings any more and the whole thing might have to be replaced by an electrician. Oh God, what next? At least the back yard is coming along nicely. Which reminds me - I haven't taken a progress photo this week. (writes note to remind self to take photos tomorrow before it rains).