i bet when
normal other people have their (pensioner) parents to stay for the weekend, they do nice stuff like gentle tourist-y sightseeing, and cream teas in the sunshine?
the other day, when i ocd-cleaned the ENTIRE HOUSE so that it gleamed, and arranged neat little piles of guest towels on the end of the freshly ironed bedding…
back then, somethingsomething *vague, hopeful, misty-edged dream sequence* …
it’s cold, it’s dark, it’s windy and it’s pissing down with rain.
so there was no option but to shove the couch up against the fireplace and accept a living room slash workshop.
hey, i like shuffling through sawdust in my pyjamas and bed socks as much as the next girl, but i much prefer to be around power tools when i’m awake.
*general chaos ensues*
leaving my poor dad to deal with the unforseen circumstance of not-ever-so-straight walls,
i eventually managed to sneak away to the relative quiet and Clean of my bedroom, and package up shop orders that’d come in overnight. and get dressed.
and then mum & i snuck off even more, into town, to do the essentials, like post office & thorntons emergency.
upon our wet return, dad’s scorpion had sawn its last length of wood (r.i.p. black & decker scorpion), and the job had ground to a frustrating halt. (unfortunately there is no power tools shop near my house).
so then, it was lucky his drill caught fire before he set off to buy a new saw (r.i.p. bosch drill).