The house has been under some major redecoration and plastering so it has meant a week or two caked in dust and plaster, while all of the contents of the rooms in the house are piled into just two. It has meant a good sort through and a massive clear out, which is very therapeutic, or so they say.
The week picks up on Friday, the lads are downstairs plastering and hoping to get enough done to be finished on the Saturday. Great! Only, as you would expect, it's not that straightforward. Having left them with the key, I thought I will go home at 5 to a calm house, almost plastered. OK, everything will be under sheets except for the one dining room chair we have left in the living room (mainly to stand on for lights etc) which Nat and I will play musical chairs around for the privilege to actually sit on it. In reality though, I left work an hour early because my front door had finally breathed it's last and wouldn't lock due to a broken cylinder (or some technical term), although mam and dad had went to sit in to let the plasterer actually go home. It was during this time that the 'bloody cat', which had been in and out all week, must have ran upstairs and perked itself on my bed. I must point out that this isn't my cat. I hate cats. If I wanted a cat in my house, I would get one, I DON'T WANT OTHER PEOPLES CATS IN MY HOUSE! So, you see my feelings about cats. Anyway, as mam was looking around the rooms upstairs at the plastering she had to do a double take as there was this 'thing' perched on the bed. Turns out it was the 'bloody cat' (some words are replaced for family viewing). Not knowing who was the most shocked, a Tom & Jerry style chase ensued and there was only going to be one winner - safe to say the cat was put out! The door was, yet another technical term for you, knackered. Almost in true zombie film style we barricaded ourselves in the house that night with a combination of an amplifier, masking tape, and sweeping brush to keep us safe. It worked, we survived the night with a front door that wouldn't lock.
That leads us straight into Saturday, an early rise, Uncle Mark came to fix the front door, which he did, and the lads came to finish the plastering, or so they thought.....after 4 hours of chiselling away at the artexed ceiling they conceded defeat, back again on Monday to finish off. After tucking into a Gibbons sarnie and putting my bets on we were ready for the Pools match. With a new manager in place and a good home crowd to cheer them on, surely this was the day that fortunes changed. After a good first half we went into the break at 0-0, carry on like this and we were in danger of getting a point! It's an old football cliche but talk about a game of two halves - we went from 0-0 to 5-0 down in 45 mins, not the best start for the 'Hughes Blues'. Nevermind, they are at home again tonight and surely it can't be a repeat of Saturday's fiasco! That remains to be seen...
Car park was busy and the ticket machine was out of order so that saved 2 and a half quid.
Oh and by the way it is 6 months tomorrow until the Coast to Coast starts!