Iqueer

Well I haven’t blogged all weekend, but I haven’t forgotten you! It’s been a busy one as usual, but I did get my lay-in on Saturday morning. But the benefits were soon lost as I got to work on the laundry and my carpet. Although neither of us ever have anything to wear we have so many clothes, it took me the thick end of an hour to put a wash on and sort out the accumulated (clean) laundry that had hung from various airers, doors, backs of chairs and other less than suitable perches for the last week and a half. And then, the hall carpet – my nemesis. Light brown carpet, black dog hair… need I go on?! We only have the one bit of carpet the rest is hard wood floors, but it takes me over 40 minutes to clean and Hoover it each time. I have, however, found a miracle invention for tackling dog hair. It is a small plastic handled brush called ‘Amaze’ and it has “taken Australia and New Zealand by storm”. I bought it at the Ideal Home exhibition*. It looks a little like a sandpaper block with a handle and it works to lift the dog hair out which makes it easier to vacuum up. Is this interesting?! Probably not. Anyway after all that exertion I was buggered but the carpet looks fabulous. Until the next time the monster tramps mud everywhere and starts shedding…
We went to Ikea late on Saturday which was mostly fun although I became stressed at the end with all the queues and having to run back and pick up things we had forgotten. The boys upstairs had the van so we went a little wild, spending £70 on a bathroom cabinet, for example. Lot’s of gay men were in evidence, hence the nickname Iqueer.
Sunday I had a committee meeting. What is it about committee’s that bring out the worst in people? Bitching and sniping at one another like kids. The majority of us do such a good job; we should stop and remember that once in a while. Anyway, we did end up achieving quite a lot but it was two and a half hours of my life that I’ll never get back.
My partner and I walked Pluto when I got back and he was a little angel on the walk. And apparently whilst I was away he was a good boy, not getting in the way (much) when she was putting up shelves and sorting out the kitchen, although he did try to eat some screws. We bought him a soft toy at Ikea and despite his usually eating and / or destroying all of his toys, he’s been very gentle with Kangy Woo (ridiculous isn’t it, I never thought I would become a pet owner that names the dog’s toys, let alone call them things like ‘kangy woo’ But then I never thought I would call myself mummy when talking to the him either. Anyway I am one of those owners I admit it and it does embarrass me slightly.)
It was a cold evening so I lit the faux-fire (it’s actually a very large gel burner that sits in the fireplace but it works just as well, looks great and is cleaner!), we opened a bottle of wine and everything was very cosy in our little part of the world.
Tomorrow I have a photo shoot at the home of rugby; Twickenham. Normally I just organise these things but tomorrow I’m in it as well!
* I would never pay to go to the Ideal Home exhibition because it’s sponsored by the Daily Mail which is a hateful newspaper full of bigotry and unsavoury rhetoric, but I got two free tickets so I took my mum and it felt like sticking two fingers up at them and their politics.