I spent six hours completing two tasks. If I'm physically busy, especially in the garden, the kids tend to let me get on. Sometimes
My first task was to even off the floor underneath the washing machine. The floor wasn't tiled under one of the machine's back feet (there used to be a cupboard there) so it shakes, rocks and bangs loudly on it's spin cycle. Also, because of the uneven floor, it could never be pushed right back into the "washing machine" space so it protruded into the kitchen by about a foot. This had become the norm for the past . . . two years? I know, it's amazing what stuff can become the norm. Anyway today as it shook and banged it's way, almost violently, further out into the kitchen I'd just suddenly had enough of it's behaviour. I dragged it out of it's space, tiled the bare patch with some left over "cut off" bits of the original tiles and made sure the floor was even. It then slid all the way back into it's allotted space, leaving it flush with the other appliances. For the first time in it's life it fitted in. Finally I adjusted the front feet until it was rock solid . . then watched it spin quietly and steadily with a satisfied smile.
Second task . . . Five hours. I'll try and keep this short. Twelve years ago when I moved here there was, and still is, this brick built BBQ in the garden minus the grills and trays. I've listened to all the suggestions, knock it down, make some grills and plates for it etc . . . and yes, you guessed, done nothing . . . Until last week when I saw a box of the grills and trays for sale with a picture of my (?) BBQ on the front. "Bricks not supplied" it said. Perfect. Same size. Roughly . . . Within 10mm . . . Yep the plates and grills were 10 mm to wide. Something had to change. I couldn't shorten the metal plates and grills so that left one option. To chip, chisel and scrape away at the mortar and brick on each of the three levels where the "things" slide in until, five hours later, they did just that! Now I know 10mm isn't much but this stuff was solid. None of that sandy mortar that just falls away. Rock hard.
So with a few blisters, heavy arms and a BBQ fit for it's first feast, I'm off to bed. I'm looking forward to tomorrow . . . what's all that about eh? It's new to me . . . Nothing's even happening tomorrow, that I know of. I know the Sun will rise and shine . . . So much to do and enjoy.