Busy, busy day.

Spent most of this morning wielding a crowbar and claw hammer. Had to remove all of the lounge skirting boards and lift up the carpet gripper tracks in readiness for the new hardwood floor we're going to put down this weekend.

I hadn't realised how solidly my house was built until I had to get the skirting board away from the walls. I'm not sure why the builders who built my house thought each strip of skirting would require at least dozen 2" masonry nails through each them just to pin them decoratively to the wall. I do know that it was bloomin' hard work getting them off and I now feel like I've got biceps like an Irish navvy, and splinters and a grazed and bruised shin where a board snapped in half and riccoched me across the room. I really should leave boys stuff to the boys. Boys suit muscles and bruises better than girls, and I'm sure my hands have callouses now. *pouts and reaches for Nivea hand lotion*

Spent a lot of this afternoon out in the garden pruning and weeding and generally giving the borders and lawn a good tidy up. Now I have five black bags of garden waste to take away. I really should re-start my compost heap again, but after discovering a nest of rats in last years one I had Spouse level the compost heap and grass it over. Not very 'Green' of me, but I have serious issues with openly sharing my territory with hulking great monsters. Like the people of Sunnydale, I know they exist. I know they're near. I know they live off us, but... I am blind to them as long as they don't interfere with my sanitised view of my world.

In my world rats and mice don't visit the fields at the end of my garden. They live in the sewers of big cities. In my world cockroaches, beetles, silverfish and spiders infest towerblocks and seedy restaurant kitchens and would never inhabit CasaLinnit. In my world Spike is just a dream away and Joss has written a spin off series just for us and all of my favourite fanfic writers will be working on the show! And I'm Spike's wardrobe mistress, only leaping out of the wardrobe when he needs his sock adjusting and testing... and I'm going to have my meds now.