I sometimes wonder how people coped with having children before CBeebies, disposable nappies, and automatic dishwashers. I would be buggered without any one of them. As it is I'm buggered at the end of the day anyway. I have been less tired after a day's work on a building site than I am looking after my daughters all day. They just never stop - unless I plonk them in front of the television which is evil and fills me with such guilt that I finish whatever it is I have to do at breakneck speed and rescue them.
Finally starting to make progress on the set I am building for Ilona's National Theatre of Scotland thing. 3 weeks to go and I've finally got my act together. Between the kids and everything else I'm only managing to get an hour or so at this each night - but it's starting to take shape. One of the things I was trying to get to do before I started on this was to clear out my workshop. I have a 25 square meter workshop that is so cluttered it is impossible to work in it. I haven't been able to get to the wood lathe in over a year and I have to stand out in the front porch to run things through the circular saw. It's pathetic that I let it get into such a guddle but I have, and it is, and life is exremely everso more complicated because of it.
I'm building the set in the porch which is also full of junk - including a 1950s electric cooker (functional) and a late 20th century photcopier (totally dead).
I need to get a grip.
I invented a new branch of science the other day:
Finally starting to make progress on the set I am building for Ilona's National Theatre of Scotland thing. 3 weeks to go and I've finally got my act together. Between the kids and everything else I'm only managing to get an hour or so at this each night - but it's starting to take shape. One of the things I was trying to get to do before I started on this was to clear out my workshop. I have a 25 square meter workshop that is so cluttered it is impossible to work in it. I haven't been able to get to the wood lathe in over a year and I have to stand out in the front porch to run things through the circular saw. It's pathetic that I let it get into such a guddle but I have, and it is, and life is exremely everso more complicated because of it.
I'm building the set in the porch which is also full of junk - including a 1950s electric cooker (functional) and a late 20th century photcopier (totally dead).
I need to get a grip.
I invented a new branch of science the other day:
Arhythmatics - the only known equation for which is:A1, A2 + A123
I know: "Don't call us..."
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