Saturday outpourings (bed)

I’m going to get up in a minute.

It’s 9.48am.

I’ve just finished breakfast; the remains of last night’s delivered pizza; the breakfast of champions.

I have to leave the house around 11am. I’m going to help dismantle a bed, then help build a replacement bed.

The rest of the day is looking pretty vaaayycant!

Soz. Quick outbreak of Sex Pistols there.

After the bed dismantling/bed building thing, I should go and ride Vin.

I need to finish writing up and editing my South by South West notes.

I have SxSW video and audio to edit.

I have this weekend’s show to record and publish.

I have the house to clean and this leads me to identify a terrible injustice.

How can the house get so dusty when I wasn’t even on the same continent? There’s something terribly unfair about that.

But away from that rant, I have plenty to keep me busy.

The weather promises to be excellent, though, this weekend.

And that whole ‘good weather this weekend’ thing makes me less inclined to spend the weekend doing ‘indoorsy’ things.

I want to be out there, in the sun, seeing things, smelling things, enjoying myself.

Just as soon as I get out of this bed.


So what are you up to/did you get up to, this weekend?

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12 Responses to Saturday outpourings (bed)

  1. Redbookish says:

    I did my version of gardening at my weekend place. Gardening involves secateurs, a spade, and weed killer. Why do things grow, even in the tiny garden I have there?

    Now off to thatLondon for a working day tomorrow, leaving behind the beautiful north for a fortnight. Beautiful walking or riding weather, so it’s a double injustice I’m working on a Sunday.

    • Brennig says:

      My version of gardening involves making a phone call, then sitting back, sipping Pimm’s (or tea) and watching.

      How was that London? Was it good to you?

      • Redbookish says:

        In spite of having to work on a Sunday, London was great. Got to stand on the stage of the Hayarket theatre which was exciting (it has a 1/22 rake which must be hard work for actors) and was shown the centuries old system of understage traps and mechanics.

        I get someone to do my garden on my main house, but the other garden just needs three monthly attacks with implements of destruction (pace Arlo G).

  2. Caroline says:

    We heard Black Stone Cherry rock the Ironworks last night (not so impressed with the support act, Rival Sons), now back home and just off to mow the lawn for the first time this year while Mick turns a few more tree trunks into woodburner-sized chunks of wood.

    • Brennig says:

      I shall check them both out; thanks for the tip. Mow the lawn? You’re bonkers, obv.

  3. Dave says:

    Three concerts in two days. Thank goodness they are over. No Sex Pistols but a Miss Saigon Medley, The Kyrie from The Armed Man, Duel of the Fates from Phantom Menace, plus others. Today is computer fair this morning and 3 hours of Market Research this tea time. And someone has stolen an hour from out of the night!

    • Brennig says:

      Three concerts in two days sounds just too mentile for words. Not sure about the rest, sounds doable. But not on an hour less sleep, I’m with you on that.

  4. Masher says:

    You up yet?

    What did I do this weekend?

    I caught a stinker of a cold from one of the kids.
    Took my bike out for a spin… once I’d fixed the sticky choke.
    And watched Lewis Hamilton throw it all away. Again.

    • Brennig says:

      Kids have their uses then? Germbanks for dad? I like that. Biking would have been nice but it didn’t happen for me. Umm… I’m considering the merits of a Triumph Bonneville. Just, you know, considering. Was there a grand prix then? We don’t all have German TV you know!

  5. Vicola says:

    I finally got round to doing something about the fact we had very nicely shaped flowerbeds, put in last October, with no plants at all in them. I did gardening. Which as it turns out, is fucking hard work. I’ve pulled something in my lower back and am now walking like a 90 year old. This is what being geriatric must be like. It sucks. Next time I will admit that I can’t move the tree on my own, it’s the sensible thing to do. My stubborness is my own downfall sometimes however my garden does now look lovely and I can stand at the window admiring it while trying to rub Ibuleve into my shiny new injury.

    • Brennig says:

      Yay for you, V. I don’t do gardening – neither the extreme nor the not extreme kinds. I get a man in.