Over the weekend, me and Clare made great strides towards getting the dining room sorted. We managed to get the new dining table and chairs constructed and vaguely positioned in the now fridge-less dining room. It mostly thanks to Clare to be honest, she’s the motivator out of the two of us. If things were left to me, then I suspect we’d be navigating through piles of boxes and magazines to get to the sofa. But no, while cooking our Lancashire hotpot for tea, we made a table. Nice it is too, if s little on the heavy side.
This impacted on my plans for Sunday greatly, being as they were, to make the table. Needless to say, I was quite pleased by this newfound lack of stuff to do. I set about doing nothing with great vigour. First plan, have a bit of a nap, it’s tiring work, doing nothing.
Little doze out of the way, now onto the next item. I’d seen one of those FM transmitter things, so I could use my mp3 player in the car. First though, I’d have to get my mp3 player out of storage, dust it down, and see if it still worked. I charged it up, plugged it into the pc, and heard that satisfying “plu-dunk” sound that means Windows has found new hardware, and not only that, but it recognises it too. Joy of joys. What I need to do now, is work out which of the songs I have on the PC is already on the mp3 player… Hmmm. This may take a while. I decide that the best course of action is to just transfer the whole lot over, and let it skip any tracks it’s already got. Job done, I potter off downstairs for a bit. I return a short time later to check on the progress of the transfer, to see the words “Firmware error” in big letters on the mp3 player. I am not an expert in any way, but I know this is not good. At all. I tried the usual technological fix-all, turning it off and on again. It wouldn’t turn off. Crap. Found a reset button, which required a paperclip bent out of shape to press. What’s the world going to do if we ever run out of paperclips? There’ll be chaos, mark my words. Worries about a desolate, paperclip-free landscape put to one side, the reset worked. Turns out that all the songs managed to transfer ok the first time, so I was set.
I realised at this point that I was hungry, and quickly scanned the cupboards for food. We had plenty of stuff in, provided I was willing to cook. I swiftly decided that cooking something would require effort, and was therefore clearly against the whole ethos of the day. Not only that, but I could nip to the shop, get some food, and also pick up the fm transmitter for the mp3 player. So in addition to getting ready-made food, I could kill two birds with one stone. Could this day get any better? Off I went to Morrisons, and I ended up getting the most typically single bloke bit of shopping I’ve got in years. Two microwave cheeseburgers, a pack of Super-noodles, some beer, and a small gadgety bit of technology, on sale. Even I was impressed.
Going toward the evening, I continued in my quest to do very little, particular highlights included watching the Grand Prix, something I’d not done in years, and going to the in-laws for some ace Sunday dinner, all washed down with a few bottles of ale.
Pretty soon it was time to head off to bed, my head felt somewhat lighter by then, and I could retire to sleep safe in the knowledge that I had spent my Sunday doing precisely what Sundays were meant for.
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