Next Time Get A Man In

Over the last two days I've done more work than over the last two years, and don't I know about it?

There was a time when painting three walls, one ceiling and laying a carpet would have taken a day and half and I'd still have had time to knock out couple of blog posts and outline a novel. Not now.

The carpet got laid yesterday, which is just as well because nothing and no one else did (couldn't resist it again). But what a bloody toil cutting, trimming, stretching the carpet. I spent most of the afternoon laid on the carpet, cutting it to fit. No problem with my knees but now my back and shoulders are screaming in agony. Fortunately, I speak the language fluently.

And now that it's finished? I score the whole job at five out of ten, which by my standards is not good enough. I could always make 8-9 and where the bedroom carpet was concerned, I rated a perfect 10.

So I had a bit of a heart to heart with Her Indoors yesterday and told her, "Next time you get a man in."

Arthritis and other problems of middle age are no excuse where the missus is concerned. Instead she seemed to think it was all down to laziness, and she screamed, "Maybe I should get a man in to see to your other duties too."

I picked up the inflection in her voice and with cost very much at the forefront of my mind, I told her, "Just make sure he doesn't charge you too much."

And for me? I'll go back to writing novels and blog posts, and keeping an eye on the progress of my various works. At least when I write myself into them, I'm still young and fitter than any butcher's dog.

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