Hmph.

*insert long ranting rambling cursing swearing here* I am sure you are more creative than me at present so can come up with all sort of insulting remarks involving inappropriate body functions and positions and combinations. The sorts of things that have mothers covering their childrens ears and shrieking as they run away and sailors taking notes for future reference.

No, it isn't the lawnmower... I'll get back to that in a little while. About a quarter of the 2nd patch to go and the edge bits the mower can't get cause the concrete edge is well below the grass edge. And the height setting on the mower is fucked so it is getting a very close shave. Will water the lawn later today to make certain it is ok.

Nope, got a Z very briefly. They were in town for a replacement computer, clean underwear and socks and then are out into the field til Thurs... or Fri or Sat or whenever.

Not currently happy with his work - can handle him being out in the field as long as I know when he will be getting back. But farting around and not organising things such as it is never clear when he needs to go or when he will get back is really fucking annoying. Would be nice to actually be able to plan things and say whether or not we could actually make social event X or get things done around the house so that we can actually get a bunch of projects done rather than playing catch up maintanence/recovery. Thought that first 3 week stint in the bush last year was a little shambolically organised but didn't think it would be that representitive of the general degree of organisation. To a certain extent feels as though life is on hold at the momment or at least grinding along and being wasted. Not good.

And yes, the house inspection is still Weds, so plenty of work in the next few days. You can at least see bits of floor in all rooms, so there is a start..

Was vaguely planning to make it to A&S but realised by the time I actually looked at when it was, that I wouldn't make it in time anyway. Besides, if I had made it on time, would have missed Z.

Need chocolate, something to beat up and a certain manager's head on a spike. Will settle for bludgeoning the lawn.

And while I am pissed off

Stop trying to change me to convert to the same bloody energy supplier that I am already on when you cannot guarantee that any discounts I am currently signed up on will still apply given it is 12 months from signing up and I am fecking off into the middle distance in about 6 months time anyway. I am not signing off on anything unless you can give me that info. Yes, you are probably earning via commission - sorry, sucks to be you, get a real job that is actually of benefit to you and the rest of the world rather than pestering people. And yes, that is a lovely book of discount vouchers for places I never go in the first place. And your selection of free magazines sucks arse big time. Gosh it would help if they listened in the first place.

Yes I was good and politer in person.

Did I mention that lunar phasing, pissed off at the planet thing as well?

If anyone wants me, I will be decapitating innocent blades of grass by hand.

Edit: And on the subject of grass... It isn't grass, it's twitch - sodding noxious weed that suffocates out other plants and needs a nuclear strike from orbit to kill off. Yes, it may actually stay green in this climate and look grass like for a not bad pseudo lawn but it is an abolute bastard when it gets into the rest of the garden. Burn it. Plant cacti.

But the front garden is now done and I am going to relax a bit and wait for the itchy scratches on the arms to calm down.

Eurovision time...

Well, the choices are the Bill, boring murder mystery, Crocodile Dundee, AFL or Eurovision semifinals.
Eurovision traincrash wins....
( A running commentary - may have spoilers as to who will be on tomorrow night. )

This plus alcohol and company would work well... I'll settle for chocolate. [~9:30pm and around Poland: I'd offer 5 points per band with shiney silver and 10 points for one with black leather. -3 for other coloured leather. But started scoring too far in to remember... Would be a dangerous drinking game.]