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There is a light... at the end of the garden
After a late night last night, we have a rather rewarded lay in bed this morning - I mean we ain't talking the sort which easily waves good bye to the entire morning, but enough to recharge the old batteries which were somewhat dilapidated from yesterdays trekking around.
We see Phil's sister off, complete with TV, TV Stand, blow up mattress, blow up mattress foot pump, kettle and free view box (satellite TV, but not quite) and once Phil has gotten her on the right road to her destination we set about getting a trip to homebase in before the Grand-Prix starts.
Every time that we've visited homebase in the past couple of months I've been eyeing up these blue LED lights, kinda shaped a bit like bullets, which can be used outside or inside, with grand ideas of setting them up around the patio (which is a circle). So far though we haven't got any for 2 reasons, they are quite expensive and we ain't quite sure how to go about wiring them up. But today the temptation of £10 being knocked off the price for a set of 4, we stick 8 of the gizmo's in the basket, along with a couple of stakes to prop up a rather lop sided cactus, and to give my black bamboo a bit of a back bone really, it's looking a little bent atm.
Back home, and whilst Phil is watching the Grand Prix, I set about sorting out the guest bedroom. Now that the huge TV isn't in there anymore our box room has been turned into somewhat of a tardis - so with a little more re-organisation and rather intricate packing skills we've now got a room that you can easily move around in, and is looking rather spacious to say the least.
Cats like Garfield, like lasagne
Eventually we head off to tesco to get some groceries including something quick and easy for tea, and when its all transported from shelves to trolley, trolley to conveyor belt, conveyor belt to trolley, trolley to car, car to kitchen and finally back to our shelves (man what a pain in the arse that is) I stick Garfield in the DVD player and we have a gander at that whilst having tea.
I don't think its a bad film, it made me laugh in a few places, but it definitely lacks the satire of the cartoon strip most of us have at some point read.
Posted by Abi on the May 22, 2005 8:32 PM
It's not only cats like garfield that like lasagna. All cats like to steal lasagna.