I am picking up a cement mixer tomorrow. When I was 6 or & I really, really wanted a cement mixer. This one's slightly smaller than the one I had in mind back in the 60s... But what the heck, hang on to your dreams.
I still can't get the fireplace man to call me back. Which is disappointing because I rather liked the guy and wanted to go with him... But I started calling on Monday and he still hasn't got back to me. This seems to be the way of fireplace fitters because I had a survey carried out on Monday by another firm, and they haven't got back to me either. Clearly I have unrealistic expectations.
In other news...
Jo has been attacking the first of the bedroom fireplaces with a heat gun and harsh language. Admittedly the harsh language was aimed at the weather.
Jo also found time to take a couple of bottles of dye to my barnet , thus I narrowly avoid being ejected from the goth club due to unnecessary greyness. There's a rule about that.