1. LAYING BATHROOM FLOOR
Beneath the stinking carpet and beyond the cracked 70s lino lay real wood floorboards, but not the sexy “Interiors” magazine sort – these were the inch-long-splinters-in-the-soft-arch-of-your-foot sort. Hence the trip to B&Q and the £30 spent on ‘I can’t believe it’s not slate’ slates.
Anyhoo, the floor looks bloody fantastic, especially the fancy cutting out I had to do around the tricky door alcatraving. The other reason it looks so good is because I managed to use all my feminine guile and cunning (i.e. nagging) to get super-hubby Mark to completely dismantle the toilet so the flooring could go right underneath and look super neato. I must have been a right dragon as I also managed to persuade him to stick his BARE ARM as far down the U-bend as he could to give it a proper clean. “You’ll never get this opportunity again.” I explained. “Thank fuck for that!” I think was the reply.
2. HAVING TO APPLY FOR MY OWN JOB
In true ‘Dilbert’ style, office politics is showing exactly how little dignity I actually have by making me ‘sit up and beg’ for my own job. Obviously I haven’t included this URL on my CV, otherwise I would be saying what a worthwhile exercise the whole thing is and not a waste of time at all, oh no, not at all!
3. LEARNING IN LONDON
I guess I shouldn’t moan too much though because a) I do actually HAVE a job (at he moment anyway), and b) I get paid to go on cool training courses – this one was “Advanced PhotoShop Training” which is actually pretty damn useful. It was in Docklands, an area of London I’d never really explored before. Imagine my sheer joy when I discovered an underground labyrinth of shops and bars! I managed to find a great hotel to stay in on lastminute.com, so I got 4-star accommodation on my government budget. I was hypnotised to sleep each night by the flashing beacon on top of Canary Wharf (of which I had a perfect view) and spent a fortune on room-service, so all-in-all a great couple of days!
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