Why should I not publish my diary? I have often seen reminiscences of people I have never even heard of, and I fail to see—because I do not happen to be a ‘Somebody’—why my diary should not be interesting.
The Diary of a Nobody, originally serialised in Punch in 1888
Taking Mr. Pooter as inspiration, I have decided to make more use of my blog, it has not been used much since I integrated it into my site, and I think that even if the entries have no interest to others it will at least allow me to keep track of my own life.
The last month has been an eventful one, Jo my wife, Dylan my baby son and I moved into our new home on Friday 13 October, and it has been non stop since then. Fortunately the date did not prove to be a problem, those who are superstitious may not have moved on this date, but for us everything went according to plan. Well apart from me loosing a 1999 Heat and One Nation tape pack, which I had just sold on Ebay. Lost the money for that one!
Our new house soon became home after unpacking our bits and pieces. However there were already a considerable amount of things which needed to be done to get the house up to scratch.
We have already had new guttering, soffit's, and fascias, the old stuff was the original guttering made from asbestos, which had 50 years worth of moss in it. Rain water just spilt over the top, giving the effect of walking through a waterfall every time you stepped out the house when it was raining. A wall has been taken down in the kitchen to create a spacious kitchen diner. Which has meant ordering a new kitchen… tiles… gallons of paint… (well 10+ litres) and by the sounds of it, a new floor to boot, because Jo finds the floor tiles depressing! I ask you!
The carpet in the lounge had to go because the previous occupants owned 5 Alsatian's which meant the house smelt of dog every time you opened the front door. This noxious odor combined with Dylan about to start crawling in next to no time, we decided it best to get rid of the offensive brown shag, and replace it with a golden honey woolen carpet. Now our home smells nice and clean, the lounge looks brighter and airier and Dylan can roll around with his toys and not worry about getting a mouth full of dog hair or smelling like a canine's musk gland.
We have already decorated the entire lobby and staircase. My brother Todd helped me to lay a new floor in the lobby, cheers brother! It looks much nicer than the cheap laminate which was down before. As well as cheap, the previous floor had bowed, which meant when ever you walked on certain parts, it would creak like a fat walrus had decided to lollop across the floor.
I have still to finish the landing upstairs, some sanding down and glossing still needs to be given my attention. Once this is done, the plan is to get a new carpet for the stairway, as this is currently brown and really thin, it needs to be replaced to make the stairway look finished. This new carpet and canvas prints of the family will then be the finishing touches. Soon another part of the house will be done. Hallelujah!
I then can look forward to wall papering and decorating Dylan's nursery, sort out the bathroom, then our bedroom, the lounge, spare room and loft conversion. Plenty to keep me busy, and the local DIY stores in business.
Jo and I are both home makers, we love spending time together at home, so after work and the weekends means lots to do at this stage in our life, but soon enough we will have put our stamp on the property and it will be home sweet home. When this is the case, we will probably move again… just like we did this time round. We finished off our 2 bedroom Victorian town house in Margate. We were really happy there and got it looking just how we wanted, then less than a year later we packed up and moved to our new abode.
Jo and I am off to Westgate tonight, to the Carlton Cinema to watch the new Bond film, Casino Royale. Hopefully it will be as good as the reviews say!
