Financial faux pas and other disasterous decisions

scubaangel

Mine spends a fortune on random stuff claiming it's for his webbing and I'll use it on ex/tour/next time I go training for x y or z, having said that I'm probably just as guilty of spending money on random stuff I wont be using for a while every time I go in to a dive centre.

moo2moo

Hello all!

Rather predictably yesterdays plans went tits up when it began raining nano seconds after I posted and got progressivly heavier throughout the day culminatining in overflowing guttering, two leaking window and three leaking roof vents requiring several strategically placed buckets. Instead of being paid to work on my tan I utilised the time to detox my pores in a poor imitation of a sauna with several hours fighting with the floor scrubbing machine in very confined spaces. Still I've scrubbed about a quarter of the wet flooring and the hall floor. Had tons of fun getting legally high by applying several coats of rather pungeant liquid floor polish to the hall floor then chilled out in the staff room with a vat of coffee and a Richard Laymon novel for considerably longer than your average coffee break - it took a while for the room to stop spinning.

Today has been marginally better. I've done two loads of laundry which is now drying on the line. We were at the village library when it opened. I now have Kathy Lettes "Nip n Tuck" and Terry Pratchets "Making Money" to distract me from the housework. Not that thats going to take much doing. For the minute though the housework and indeed the house are a million miles away. I'm firmly ensconced in t'other 'alfs office whilst he caries out todays duties which don't appear to involve a lot of work. His entire shift is two hours long (it takes that long to drive there and back). So being in a rather MSE mood (but not for overly long) the DDs and I have cadged a lift in with him which puts us on the doorstep of the thriving metropolis of Manchester and when he eventually finishes we're off to Decathlon the reclothe the rapidly growing DDs. The prices are comparable to Primarni but the quality tends to be a lot better. Thats my excuse and I'm sticking to it!

Going to be ridiculously lazy and pick up a Chinese take out on the way home in anticipation of a double billed Family Film Night watching "Night at the Museum 2" and "Ice Age 3". Tomorrows another day. One involving lots and lots of E-bay listing.

Lula-Hula

Hmmm, your eveing sound ok, but are you sure you wouldnt rather be here with me painting floorboards ?

Ah no, just read the tin - it says low level fumes ha ha

rupe34

moo - just catching up with your life. Can I just say - I know it must be annoying but I love reading about your OH's random purchases! They are so brilliant - nightvision monocular whateveritis?! Landrovers in kit-form?!:rotfl::rotfl::rotfl:

moo2moo

Once again today didn't go quite as planned. OHs work computer rudely booted me offline thanks to an impromptu hike to the loo with DD2. Got vaguely lost. The office block was clearly designed by a man. A man whose previous jobs included designing mazes for mice in top secret scientific experiments. Some while later when we eventually made it back to the office was unable to log onto the PC so ended up watching Night at the Museum 2 on the offices 24" widescreen tv. Still unclear exactly what it is that OH and his co-workers do all day but the evidence suggests their shifts involve copious amounts of film watching (large pile of films observed), rather a lot of computer game playing (Call of Duty 5 appears before the company software on the PC boot sequence), a lot more computer game playing (state of the art flight simulator type joystick perched next to office armchair), more concerningly the office walls are plastered with Everton posters interspaced with boobs. Lots and lots of boobs. More boobs than your average garage mechanic has adorning his walls. Theres also an intreguing stack of literature ranging from Tom Clancy to Dostoyevsky (used as paperweights) and a lage collection of Nuts and Loaded magazines. To say these were a bit of an eyeopener was somewhat of an understatement. Nuts appears to be what Playboy always wanted to be. A magazine full of boobs with the odd irrelevant article to fill the gaps. Clearly bored with oggling the same boobs over and over again the fellas have customised them - no no the pages weren't sticky, although I didn't look that closely but I'm sure i'd have noticed - Eeugh. Back on track on of the ladies nibbles (a DD2 euphamism) has been named Dave. Most bizarre. Cue images of I was dreaming about Dave and the wife asked if I fancied a coffee. Fortunately not the OHs handwriting.

However the single most fantabulous thing about the entire office wasn't the basket full of cake on top of the microwave or the selection of single use filter coffee cups in a variety of flavours ( I won't mention the truly disgusting collection of manky mugs) but the catering size dispenser of Lily O'Brien chocolates lurking on top of the fridge just begging to be eaten. The DDs and I did our best but sadly were incapable of troughing the lot although we gave it a damn good go.

Eventually made it to Decathlon but didn't find anything at all to fit the DDs. I did manage to find tons of stuff for me though. Jazz pants were reduced from £20 to £3 each (2 pairs leapt into my basket), I displayed a huge amount of self control and did put a lot of things back but even so I now have a super thick winter fleece jumper and tailored shooting shirt - thats a shirt with padding on the collarbone and shoulder for absorbing a teeny weeny bit of recoil when firing shotguns and the like. I know it sounds a wee bit odd but I live on one of those roads where everyone owns a rifle or a shotgun of some description and those that don't have one have lots.

Turns out the real reason for our trip to Decathlon was the previously mentioned train set. Apparently OH will dismantle the trainset and its associated 4' x 3' coffee table (think coffin for dwarf triplets) if he can have a rowing machine. Unsurprisingly we left the store without one. It does explain yesterdays bottle of Tia Maria though.

Lots of goodies arrived in the post. £7 of stamps from the postie people to cover the posting of this months 8 letters, a second letter from the postie people with another £5 of stamps for posting an extra letter, a freebie copy of Gardeners World and a cheque from the last of last weeks flea-bay sales.

Couldn't be bothered going to the take away so had an eclectic concoction comprised of anything ovenable lurking in the freezer. It appears a trip to Mr Ts is in order. Will have to eek it out for another week though as this weeks schedule is chocca again. DD2s friend is coming to help her trash the house on Monday. Need to tidy up significantly before then. No prizes for guessing what I'll be doing tomorrow. Fortunately the OH is at work until lunchtime so I stand a vague chance of doing something about the mess, even if its just to teleport it all upstairs to our bedroom and shut the door.

Intergalactic_Floozie

Another epic tale from you - bravo!!

moo2moo

Sorry verbal diahorea struck again.

Todays achievments thus far:

11 things listed on flea bay. Most are multiples though so thats 50 ish things winging their way out of the plie next to the PC.
Arranged for a playmate for DD2 tomorrow - peace!!!!
One load of laundry done and dried and a seond in progress

Off to get dressed before OH arrives home from work to find us all still in pjs.

moo2moo

I am a bad moo. A very very bad moo. An undescribably bad moo. Someone slap me around the head with a wet kipper I need some sense knocking into me. I have splurged. Please handcuff me to the PC, log me into the flea-bay listings and throw away the key. Whatever you're thinking its worse, so so much worse.

My clicty click finger clicked and OH is now the somewhat shell shocked owner of a 300TDi engine, gearbox, transfer box and lots of other grimy bits of decade old Land Rover. Theres just the teeny problem of getting it for the far flung reaches of Scotland to here but I'll be back with a cunning plan involving a courier company in a very short space of time. I'm rather hoping that this is the rocket up the bum the OH needs to get a mega move on with Project Land Rover so that we regain the use of the drive and the house at some point in the very near future. This all neatly co-incides with the departure of the DDs to their grandparents for almost a week. OH claims what needs to be stripped from the chassis can be done in 2 days (will allow 4) then it needs to be shot blasted and galvanised (another 2) before the repaired axles and associated bit required to attach the wheels can be reattached. After this the Scottish engine and associated components can go in, remaining bits of engine and exhaust system can be attached. Body panels can then go on after which roof and windscreen can be fitted, dashboard assembly can go back in as can seats and steering wheel and voila MOT station here we come. Clearly its not going to go anything like that but a girl can dream. I can dream of a house where my coffee table is not a conveniently placed Land Rover wing nor the rest of the house and garden full of bits of Landrover. Would be nice to have achieved this by Christmas. The bank accounts will take a serious nose dive as I'm guesssing its going to eat another £1500+ before its road worthy and requiring tax and insurance but it will be worth it to finally get the house back at which point there will be another project on the go but hopefully not one quite as sprawly as this.

DD2s friend is due in 3 hours. Theres tons I want to get done between now and then but they're all still asleep so I'm enjoying the peace.

moo2moo

16 items listed on E-bay. An hour of my life gone. Still kicking myself lots. I must not be so impulsive!

Off to consume lots more coffee before awakening the living dead.

Intergalactic_Floozie

No kick up the bum from me - you have got to speculate to accumulate!