Chapter 16. The household chores.
Hi there, back from weekends.
How are you all doing? I hope you are alright.
Tricia, I admire Your parents, espesially Your mom, for they are not afraid of such a journey. Elder people are much sensible with distant relocation due to their organism is more subjected by climate and time variations.
Despite I'm not forced by some great incoming event, I spent the weekend doing household chores as well. As soon as we spend the vast majority of warm-season weekends in the countryside, we've got lots of our flat chores postponed till winter. And now that time has come. By the way, indeed we are aware of gardening possession by UK culture and we even use an expression "British garden" as a suprime degree for a description of our country place when it's in the superb condition. It's a pity it happens too rare. :)
So, this weekend I made plinthes in my flat. It was difficult job. First af all, I had to move furniture apart the walls to get access to the working place. In some places it was impossible and I had to work laid under the cupboard. Not too convenient. Second, the floor and the walls in my flat are far from being straight. So there are lots of alignement efforts reqired, which are, to confess, still have a little result. And finally, we live in a panel nine-storey building. The walls are hard therefore significant efforts are needed to place the bolts. Nevetheless I succeeded with my task. Probably listening to the BBC radio helped me. :) You know It's fun when you hear time ticks and the voice says "The time is fourteen hours", then you look at the clock, see that it's five o'clock and wonder the difference. Then remember that you are at GMT+3. :)
In addition, Saturday evening we played ping-pong.
Sometimes we do this to keep ourselves fit. But it's rather erratic. So, as a result of all those exercises, today I feel a little bit painful. I'm looking forward to recover in a couple days.
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