From this picture, you can probably guess what I have been doing today.
We last painted the front of the house, about ten years ago and it has been looking rather shabby of late.
Mrs M also wanted to change the colour: grey is the new magnolia.
First coat was done this morning and a second coat tomorrow. We have to get it done by midday, because that’s when the sun works it’s way round to the front and the temperature becomes unbearable to work in. And my aluminium ladders become unbearably hot to stand on, I discovered today.
I’ve really got a lot on, tomorrow, so I’ll probably have to start about 7am.
Michelangelo had it so much easier!
When I am at work. I will have porage as a mid morning snack – as I have mentioned here before.
But at home – as I am today – I’m quite keen on tea and toast.
And – as everyone knows – the best jam to have on toast, is apricot.
You are all probably also aware that the best apricot jam in the world, is made by my sister-in-law.
Unfortunately, she has run out, but this pot of French apricot conserve, is actually a pretty good substitute.
This is our home telephone.
Well, one of a set of three.
Like most home phones, it’s of the cordless DECT variety.
And it’s knackered.
We seem to go through phones like they are going out of fashion. I reckon I have to replace them every couple of years or so.
We’ve had all the makes, but none of them seem to last.
“Panasonic is a good make”, “I thought. These should last OK”.
But no. The ringer is gone and we can hardly tell when it’s ringing sometimes.
I wouldn’t mind so much, but we rarely use them.
Maybe I’ll go back to the old corded versions. With a wire.
They never went wrong.
This is our alarm clock. It’s probably about 15 years old or more, but still going strong.
The good thing about it, is that it has two alarms: one for me and one for the current Mrs Masher.
The first alarm is mine and goes off at 5am, with a very annoying Beep Beep, Beep Beep… If I’m not awake before it goes off – which I usually am – then I tend to wake as soon as that first Beep Beep, goes off. No snoozing: straight up and out of bed.
Because I’m annoying like that.
The second alarm is for Mrs M. It’s the local radio station and it’s pretty loud. She will sleep through the first five minutes of it and then doze for another five before finally dragging herself out of bed.
Unbelievably though, I’ve known her to sleep right through it before now.
Well, Summer seems to have arrived properly now, which means the grass needs to be cut far more regularly.
I hate gardening in general, so will only do the bare minimum to keep it looking tidy.
However, that bare minimum suddenly became a lot easier, last year, when I decided to get a petrol driven lawnmower. Not having to drag extension leads around the garden and not having to worry about accidentally running over the cord and cutting it (which I have done several times, in the past), makes the chore of mowing the lawn, that bit more agreeable.
In fact, so impressed was I with this (should have got one years ago), that I also went out and bought a cordless strimmer and a cordless hedge trimmer, both of which have proved to be a boon.
Now, if I can just find a cordless, dog-proof, garden broom…
This is the broom that I use for sweeping up in the garden.
At least, it was until the dog got hold of it.
Ten years I have owned that broom.
Now look at it!
This month’s challenge is all about taking a daily photo of an everyday object and writing some mundane shit about it.
I think that, so far, I have excelled at this. Especially the second part.
But, I found myself sitting here at this desk this evening, wondering what everyday object I could photograph. What object do I use on a daily – or almost daily – basis?
And then I realised that this keyboard gets used several times a day. Easily. Especially during Blogathons.
It has taken a right ol’ bashing, in it’s lifetime.
I have had it for many years and it’s absolutely filthy.
Tea – and other beverages – have all been spilt over it. Several times.
Biscuit crumbs and bits of muesli are stuck between – and under – some of the keys.
And the plastic lacquering is peeling off in places.
But, unlike me, it still works perfectly.
I have had my haircut, this morning.
No visit to the barber for me, though. No, I let the current Mrs Masher do her usual hatchet job on it. Fortunately, the ‘hatchet job’ is my preferred style.
In fact, I don’t think I have visited a barber’s shop since Mrs M and I first got together.
She’s not a trained hairstylist, or anything, but cutting hair is something that all women can do, I think.
To a degree.
Yes, on the odd occasion she has made a pig’s ear of it, but it’s never really bothered me.
Because it grows back.
All too quickly.
And nowadays, she pretty much has it off pat.
We have gone through many clippers over the years, but these are Mrs M’s currently preferred set.
They have lasted well and, after many uses, are still very sharp… as the blood currently running down from the tip of my left ear will testify.
The current Mrs Masher has a catering size bottle of Head & Shoulders that she and Amelia use for washing their hair.
Harry and I use a much smaller bottle – that lasts just as long.
Looking at them in the shower, this morning, I noticed that the one we boys use is emblazoned with the epithet: For Men.
Which is good.
Because we are.
But what is the difference between the two bottles, I wondered?
Well, checking through the list of unpronounceable chemicals on the back, the only difference I could see, was that the male version contains Limonene.
So, not only have I got soft and luxurious, dandruff-free hair, but it smells of lemons too.
Because I’m worth it.
Today was the day of the Montreal Grand Prix.
A circuit where Lewis Hamilton won his first race and one where he usually excels.
A track where Jenson Button won what was – IMHO – one of the best races of the modern era, in 2011.
I became interested in Formula 1 and it’s British drivers, when the young and prodigious LH started showing what he was capable of.
And when JB joined him at McLaren, it was, for me, the dream team and I’ve been a fan ever since.
But I’m not that big a fan that I want to dish out my hard-earned to Rupert bloody Murdoch.
So, for the races that are not available on terrestrial television, I watch them on German satellite channel RTL. The dish sits in the garden, bolted to a paving slab and 5 mins before the race starts, I just feed the cable in through an open window and into the receiver box which then feeds the telly using an old-fashioned SCART lead.
I’ve been watching it like this for the past four or five years. Yes, there are adverts to put up with – annoying German ones, at that – but this arrangement only cost me a one-off payment of just forty quid. If I’d paid SKY for their F1 channel, I would have paid out well over a thousand pounds, by now.
For that sort of saving, I can put up with a few adverts 🙂