Why can I not just sit and chill at weekends. I always end up getting restless and finding stuff to do
This weekends list includes:
Collecting D's mate from the next town and taking him home later.
Fitting a new horn to Jose
Fitting new headlight relay to Jose
Taking Karen's mum to Basingstoke shopping with Karen
Fitting new curtains in D's room
Walking a couple of miles delivering planning consultation leaflets around the area for the parish council with Karen
Taking the kids to see their Nanny
Writing a lengthy planning objection letter
Driving to pick up some flat pack book shelves/storage from Argos.....Finding that the out of town argos with easy parking has closed....Driving into the centre of Winchester to the other Argos......finding out the carpark closest to the shop is shut so had to park over 1/2 mile away......picking up 3 flat pack items weiging 30kg.....carrying them 1/2 mile through the centre of Winchester to the where I had eventually managed to park my car. Stopping at a pedestrian crossing and wondering how I was going to pick up all the stuff again.....having a lovely chap ask if I wanted some help (who then helped me carry the stuff the final 100 yards to the car)........Loading the car and then sitting there for 5 minutes to check I wasn't going to have a heart attack before driving home.
Assembling the storage units and bookshelf with the kids
Deciding that D's other old wardrobe is looking a bit wobbly so re-screwing that and fixing it to the wall as well.
Fighting to get the cardboard packing from the flat packs into the recycling bin
Having a bonfire to burn up some garden rubbish
I think that's all.....although the weekend has been a bit of a blur.....so I might have missed some things.
For some reason I ache a bit today.