Our choir did good, apparently I now have a job for life (or til I'm in my 80s, which is when the last choir leader retired). I can't even think beyond Monday, let alone into my 80s, so I will keep living presently for now.
I am a bit emotional about the changes going on about me at the moment, and I don't mean the changing of the leaves (though being hit on the head by a massive apple yesterday whilst picking the tiny ones within reach didn't help). I need to channel these emotions into activity and so am going out to tackle the pool. I have a "rag bag" on the go (clothes the charity shop cannot seel that if I presort into rags they are grateful for), which is full of odd or holey gloves following that particular sort out. My cunning plan for the afternoon is to wear those as part of the cleaning process rather than use an old tea towel, which is my usual technique. I shall let you know if that idea bears fruit.
... I shall not be patenting the idea. I was way too squeamish when the wriggly creatures got stuck to the outside of the wool. I shall go back for round two after work tomorrow. I have created tons of space tho in the garage to house it when it finally does come down. Baby steps.
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