Pretending to know what I'm doing...
Daddy has been and gone. He measured the wardrobe & made dad-noises about shelving & general decoratey things. He's said he'll put up bookshelves in my room for me when the decorating is done. This is v splendid indeed - he is good at the bookshelf thing, having done the shelving in the sitting room that fills the two alcoves beside the fireplace & indeed he was responsible for the shelves that are up in my room at the moment & the ones we had in there when we were little. He's also said that he'll go to Ikea for me & get the chest of drawers I want because I am away then he's away then I'm away etc etc. Oh and he also said that I am not to attempt assembling my wardrobe by myself & to let him know when I want to put it together cos he wishes to help. Much huzzah.
I have lent daddy the CD of the Wicked! soundtrack - apparently I am the second person this weekend to ask him if he'd like to go and see it. He may yet be persuaded. I think he would like it (well, hence my asking) so it would be rather fabby-bonne to see it with him... I contacted the theatre about concessions for people with disabilities/to find out if any help was available because the stair issue was a bit overwhelming when I went with the Guides. The answer is that the most expensive seats are the most accessible ones. Quel surprise. Disabled people are entitled to a £10 reduction on the 4 most expensive ticket prices & they are allowed to get one other ticket at the same reduced rate so someone can accompany them. See, is it just me or is this not really providing "equal access to goods and services"? They're not saying people with mobility problems cannot go to see the show, obviously, but they are saying they have to sit in the most expensive seats. Did they miss the memo about lots of disabled people not being affluent? Meh...
The week ahead...
Monday: seaside - huzzah! also need to take down shelves...
Tuesday: shunt things in bedroom about ready for decorator to start work; check arrangements for paying balance with decorator; send parcels to C & L; pay decorator deposit for work; start packing for camp
Wednesday: try to see GP about forms & anaphylaxis; do health form & attachment for camp; Brownie planning meeting
Thursday: finish packing for camp; go to Rosie's (huzzah)
Friday-Saturday-Sunday: camp camp camp camp camp & no spurny body shennanigans allowed
My clean washing is now hanging over an airer in my room just by the window. Daniel is working in the dining room & I felt it was a bit mean to overpower him with the smell of washing powder etc. I also remembered to give him money for the windowcleaners in case I'm not back by the time they call tomorrow night. Am now having woe because I cannot find my YP railcard. I am starting to panic & think I have accidentally recycled it or something similarly stupid. *woes*
I have lent daddy the CD of the Wicked! soundtrack - apparently I am the second person this weekend to ask him if he'd like to go and see it. He may yet be persuaded. I think he would like it (well, hence my asking) so it would be rather fabby-bonne to see it with him... I contacted the theatre about concessions for people with disabilities/to find out if any help was available because the stair issue was a bit overwhelming when I went with the Guides. The answer is that the most expensive seats are the most accessible ones. Quel surprise. Disabled people are entitled to a £10 reduction on the 4 most expensive ticket prices & they are allowed to get one other ticket at the same reduced rate so someone can accompany them. See, is it just me or is this not really providing "equal access to goods and services"? They're not saying people with mobility problems cannot go to see the show, obviously, but they are saying they have to sit in the most expensive seats. Did they miss the memo about lots of disabled people not being affluent? Meh...
The week ahead...
Monday: seaside - huzzah! also need to take down shelves...
Tuesday: shunt things in bedroom about ready for decorator to start work; check arrangements for paying balance with decorator; send parcels to C & L; pay decorator deposit for work; start packing for camp
Wednesday: try to see GP about forms & anaphylaxis; do health form & attachment for camp; Brownie planning meeting
Thursday: finish packing for camp; go to Rosie's (huzzah)
Friday-Saturday-Sunday: camp camp camp camp camp & no spurny body shennanigans allowed
My clean washing is now hanging over an airer in my room just by the window. Daniel is working in the dining room & I felt it was a bit mean to overpower him with the smell of washing powder etc. I also remembered to give him money for the windowcleaners in case I'm not back by the time they call tomorrow night. Am now having woe because I cannot find my YP railcard. I am starting to panic & think I have accidentally recycled it or something similarly stupid. *woes*