Day 56 - Ronseal Shame
Newly installed blackout curtains are precariously clinging for life, latched onto my crumbling walls. Nothing is ever just simple. At least I get to use a power drill later. At least DIY keeps me busy. At least my stomach keeps waking me up disturbingly early so I have plenty of time to fill.
Raw plugs, screws, Ronseal filler, power-drill, DIY, walls. What have I become? Ashamed of my newly found semi-competency but fuelled by my bourgeoise desire to overcome nature and block out the sun. A desire which is somewhat diluted by my internal mechanics, persistently determined to wake me up at 6am every day regardless of light pollution.
If it all goes wrong at least we have a spare room and a blog to keep me busy when I wake up 4 hours before anybody else on Saturday morning. That and a fantasy football team which in the last week has been humiliatingly emasculated by Callum Wilson and Pervis Estupiñán. I now enter the final two weeks of the season without Salah or Fernandes and also behind. It doesn't seem fair that such normally irrelevant players can derail my entire season so significantly. Anyway this has nothing to do with Ronseal so before I get too upset I think its time to forget the nerd shit and do some proper man stuff.
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