Our clocks went back an hour overnight and as usual the change has put me out of sync for the whole day. A very long lie in (bliss), lunch at 3.30 and tea at almost 7.00 has made today feel a bit odd, really. As usual the children have been a bit more fractious than usual and I have been fractious too.
I decided to fight the fractious feeling with CHANGE! Despite the grumpiness that goes alongside the clocks change, I do actually really love GMT and the darker nights. Autumn is my favourite season and there is something very cosy about shutting the blinds earlier and snuggling in for the night.
I changed my bed and got the 15 tog duvet out. It is huge, warm and very very snuggly. Ironically, it has been pretty warm today and I’m wondering if I really need such a thick duvet just yet, but I have had to have a blanket over the other one for the past week or so, so I do think it is time to level up, so to speak! Clean bedding is always a treat and I’m looking forward to getting into bed in a while!
Three and I went to B&Q for a couple of houseplant spray bottles (one for us and one for grandma), a couple of lampshades, and most significantly, a new toilet seat. I’ve never really liked the colour of our toilet seat ever since we moved in almost 12 years ago (a dark maroon sort of colour), and it has been showing its age for a while, all scratched and horrible. It occurred to me fairly recently that there is nothing in the world stopping me from changing it for one I like!
We found a nice cheap plain white one, and brought it home, whence I proceeded to get it fitted. I knew what to do and was expecting it to be very easy.
I hadn’t banked on the old toilet seat being so difficult to remove. One side (the side I tried first, of course) was loose and easy – the other side was horrible, with the nut stuck to the bolt and I wasn’t strong enough to turn the nut without the bolt turning too. I tried all sorts of different ways and different tools and was just about ready to admit defeat. I hated the fact that I was being outwitted by a job just because I wasn’t physically strong enough.
Isn’t it strange how grief pops up when you least expect it? My lovely dad has been dead for over two and a half years now, and I think about him every single day, usually with a smile on my face. All of a sudden whilst getting angry with this toilet seat, I had a flashback to an afternoon at Mum and Dad’s house about six years ago, trying to put together a doll’s house for One’s seventh birthday, single handedly, just because I could. The last screw was proving difficult to get in and despite Dad offering to help over and over again, I wouldn’t let him, because I had to do it All By Myself. I stropped, I sulked… and eventually I silently handed him the screwdriver and watched his enormous strong hands effortlessly move it into place.
I so wanted my dad to come and sort out this toilet seat removal for me. And having sprayed it in desperation with about half a can of WD40 (or rather, the pound shop equivalent), I sat by the toilet bowl and, ambushed by grief, wept bitter tears for my dad.
Ten minutes later I tried the recalcitrant fitting again and found the lubricant had done its work while I had been sobbing. Off came the old seat at last, and I fitted the new one in about three minutes’ flat! It looks amazing – like we have a completely new toilet! And all for under a tenner. 🙂 I am now planning more cheap and cheerful ways to update the bathroom, including possible lino for the floor, new fluffy mats (the current ones have splashes of bleach all over them which I suppose does prove I clean the loo occasionally…) and a blind for the window.
It has been a strange day but a positive one, on the whole. This afternoon I spent a lot of time on the sofa watching Three perform several puppet shows with a dog called Jumbo! She has a fabulous imagination and I definitely needed the giggles she gave me!