Put the freshness back

I know when to go out. I know when to stay in. Get things done. Today I've single handedly done some freelance work, watched two episodes of Ashes to Ashes, washed two lots of dishes, picked Ka up from work, then taken her to a hairdo appointment and done the housework. Yep, you read right, housework! Hate it. If there was one thing in this world which I could pay someone else to do for me it would be housework. Dusting, hoovering, polishing tellys, brushing floors, cleaning bathrooms, slipping on the porcelain bathtub whilst cleaning down the tiled walls and banging your tail bone off the bath tap (hitting your tail bone off anything is generally very sore but a bathroom tap is not to be messed with). That's definately one thing that would make being rich great, having your house cleaned for you.
Most blokes, of course, don't need to even complain like this as they get it all done for them. I'll mention to some of the guys in work about doing the housework and they'll either look at me and laugh, spit out their tea in a giant spray of outrage or simply look rather vacant as if they don't have any idea what the hell I'm talking about. A quick run around with the hoover doesn't make me any less of a man does it? As long as I don't get the shake 'n' vac out and start dancing round the living room I'm pretty sure I'll be alright. It needs done after all and it earns you a couple of brownie points with the other half too (which you can cast up at a carefully selected moment later on).
Talking of the other half, Ka is off on her first hen doo at the weekend. When I say first, I mean first of three. A trip to Newcastle being the first, a work night out being the second and a meal out in Glasgow being the third. On Saturday morning I'm dropping her off in Hamilton to meet up with the eleven other crazy women going down to Geordie land, including her sister Angela, my mother, Auntie Tricia and my sis, Lynsey Ann, to mention a few. Imagine being stuck on a small bus with that lot?! Angela has organised a non stop couple of days though so there will be enough to keep them busy. Hopefully Ka will come back in one piece. This leaves me with the place to myself. A nice freshly hoovered place, because remember when your carpet smells fresh, your room does too.

A televisual zombie

Still suffering. My nose has been producing an amazing amount of gunge today. A lovely way to spend my holiday. Constant hot drinks, fruit and soup. Ka got up on sunday morning first thing and produced a giant pot of soup which was bubbling away on our electric hob when I eventually stumbled, bleery eyed, into the kitchen. No idea how she does it. She has suddenly become an expert soup maker.
So under this horrendous cloud of cold and flu like symptoms I've been sat all week meddling with invitation designs and website designs with the occasional heavy dose of television. Ashes to Ashes was back on Monday night which looks as if it could be better than last season if it continues as good as its first episode. Keeley Hawes seems thoroughly settled in the role now after spending a lot of the first half of season one trying to make her mark over John Simm's now long gone character from the previous series Life on Mars. Gene's got the Audi Quattro back in action, this season opening with a tale of corrupt police officers in the seedy Soho streets.
I've also been watching Battlestar Galactica, the new version - not the awful, cheesy seventies version. Not that I can remember much of the original. My only memory from the old series was that Face from the A-Team was in it and he was pretty much cheese personified. Maybe the old version was not as bad as I remember... I'll probably never get the chance to find out anyway. This new version is a dark, gritty drama with a lot of intelligent themes including theology, religion and lots of heavy humanitarian issues. Certainly not just another science fiction space opera.
Tonight back down to Earth though as the rather annoying Kimberly was fired in The Apprentice. Thank goodness. All mouth and very little action, very much like at least four others in the remaining contestants. It'll be interesting to see how the next few weeks pan out. That's if I do see it. My vision may go into some sort of television overload in the next few days, turing my iris' into wirey, moving circles of static. A televisual zombie with gunge dripping from the nose seeing Cylons in my soup.