Bloody Tourists

Work has been mad recently, I've had so much to do. On Friday I left work at lunch to get my hair cut, do some laundry and then dive in the car and drive to Liz's new place where I met her Dad for the first time. It seemed to go well, Liz thinks he likes me and his wife (also called Liz) thinks he likes me, so not a bad result. Only thing that went wrong was when Liz was opening a door using her elbow (as her hands were covered in paint) and I remarked "nice bit of elbow work there!" It must have sounded so dodgy and he gave me a rather strange look.

The weekend was spent decorating the new flat. The front room wasn't a problem, Brian (Liz's Dad) dealt with that. It was being painted from a lemony yellow colour to a brighter sunshine yellow. In the bedroom however things were less simple. We were painting Magnolia (labelled on the tin as "Really Magnolia") over a rather over-the-top shade of Lilac; without backing paper. 20,000* coats later we had a magnolia wall.

I stayed through until Monday to help with various other things that needed doing. Really I shouldn't be taking time off work as I am the only computer literate person in the building now, but I couldn't give a toss. Things needed doing. I drove back this morning and it took 5 bloody hours. You name any kind of road delay possible and I was affected by it today. The biggest problem was the hordes of moron tourists with their stupid bloody caravans swaying down the A44 at 40 miles per bloody hour. And the idiot who drove at 40 Mph and braked randomly every so often for no reason at all, and who randomly blasted their horn at me as I overtook them. God only knows what that was about.

Anyway I am now back at work and have stuff to do again, so I'd better get on.

* Figure may be exaggerated