A day for lurking

Waking to a wet and windy day, we've had no desire to go outside, even to buy a newspaper or take the recycling to the skips. So we haven't.

We've taken the opportunity to sort out the cupboard under the washing machine; it's one of those spaces which tends to get messy over time, as it's where we store the spare cleaning materials and the like. You go in there in a hurry because you need a new pair of rubber gloves and you're half way through the washing up, so the pack of gloves gets grabbed and everything else shoved hastily back.

As the cupboard is an odd shape, being against the swim and low down and dark, after a bit everything is all over the place.

Sheila's nice new LED reading light stopped working overnight, so I've emailed the supplier about replacing it. I'm also a bit worried that the new toilet tank gauge sender hasn't started registering yet; if it doesn't by tomorrow, I shall have to check it out by removing it from the tank and dipping it in a bucket of water, oh joy.

The forecast is much better for tomorrow, so that's something, and it will then be just two weeks to our departure from the marina. Meanwhile, I'd downloaded Nightmare Abbey by Thomas Love Peacock from Project Gutenberg, and I've managed to read the whole thing in a day. A strange author, but entertaining if you're in the right mood. He's better known (ho) for Crotchet Castle but I think Nightmare Abbey has survived better.

But then I reckon Blue Öyster Cult's I Love the Night is better than (Don't fear) The Reaper so maybe it's just me.