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Happy Birthday Ruth

Well today turned out different to what I was expecting. I woke up not sure what I was really going to be doing with myself apart from that I wanted to try and sort out about WIT using Llanfair church hall. The first thing I did was to ring back Paul of Ottobock who'd left me a message. He said that there was some sort of problem with the NHS about them making me a new socket so instead of that they are going to pay me for the time I spent in Harogate and mileage which is ok, and it doesn't rule out getting a better socket because he is going to take some of the silicone lining material to Swansea and maybe they can get into doing it there. So then I put on my best and cleanest navy blue clothes because it makes me look more reliable and set off to Llanfair to see about the Church Hall, WIT used it for the last benefit gig we had because our other venue had gone bankrupt at the last minute and since nothing else has turned up we want it for the next one. This would all be fine were it not for the fact that after the last (totally unrelated to WIT) party that was held there the police found syringes and needles in the bus shelter opposite. This has caused a big stir in the village and I'd heard that Steve at the shop has resigned from the parish committee over it, though quite what it has to do with him, apart from the fact that he gives out the keys, I have no idea. Anyway I wanted to see Steve first and find out if it was all true and then see who to speak to about it and it seems that it is true indeed and that it's quite a touchy subject. In the end he told me I could speak to Gwyneth and pointed out where her house was. She wasn't it but I spoke to someone else who advised me to try again tomorrow.

I got home just as Clare was arriving to return Tigger dog who she'd been having on holiday because he was too much for her. I can't say I blame her, I wouldn't want Tigger dog in a caravan. While she was here I asked if she'd mind getting the huge redundant telly out of my office because it was seriously holding back my tidying up. Then there was a message on the machine to call someone back about doing some html work. I wasn't expecting that but I called back and spoke and then I was back in the car and on my way over to Llanwenog to talk about it. I suppose that was my first rural job interview, which started with a cup of chamomile tea sitting on a wall in the garden (the weather had turned gorgeous and the sun was blazing away by this stage), and then into the office (a sort of cybergarage actually) to show them what I've done that's out there and talk about the job that they want me to work on. It sounds like a very big and boring job but nothing that I can't do, I might have to brush up on forms but that's about all. I left there saying I was going home to have lunch and tidy up a bit because I couldn't contemplate taking on a complicated job in the middle of all the mess here.

Lunch was easy because I had some leftover stir fry from yesterday and then I started to tidy. My intention really was to tidy up the area under the stairs, that's the place I call the real Dingy Pit and was very dingy, very full of many piles and much stuff. I do tidy it now and again, but I never actually clear it altogether so that was what I was aiming for, to clear it of everything except the cushions to sit on. I did that, I hoovered it and then I started on the kitchen and the rest of the office area. I cleared the kitchen surface, the fridge top, the sink (four times), the table by the phone, the desk, the table which has all the printers and scanner and computer etc on it, the table where the books are, the floor underneath all these tables, the place down the side of the sink where I've been stashing bottles and hoovered or dusted the lot. I couldn't stop, even once I'd sat down and lit the fire I got into cleaning my electric hand, which is filthy but responded well to a good going over with computer wipes, I've never known what to clean it with before, but the casing on it is very similar to the casing on a computer so that makes sense to use them. It was late by this stage and I really wasn't in the mood to cook so I phoned in a take away to the Shapla Tandoori and went into town to collect it. I did feel like that was outrageous pandering but so what. The tv was still in my bedroom and Clare had brought over the Monty Roberts video to watch and another video of animations so I had another night in bed with videos. Monty Roberts is quite something, I had no idea what effect that was going to have on me but when he first achieved the join-up I actually cried. That's not normal for me.

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