I am yawning as I type this!
Yesterday I badgered everyone into helping move the washing machine downstairs. There’s no way I could have effectively helped with my actual body, but I got everyone in the same place at the same time and sorted out some of the plumbing and only needed a little bit of help. When I got tired and bimbled off some people carried on without me, which was nice.
So the washing machine will no longer vibrate the whole house right over Rob’s head, which is what everyone wants in life. Also, click here to see the fantastic pan rack that Lloyd and Hannah designed and built together!
Today I have two missions.
- Start the pan-sorting-out-system. As you can imagine, eight people from three households have a lot of cooking equipment, not to mention all the crap that got left behind by previous tenants. I believe there are four rolling pins. We installed extra cupboards and it still won’t all fit in the kitchen.
- Go and clean my former flat. I am not entirely disgusted at the idea, because it’s my mess and I think it’s not too bad (ulp), but still. Who likes cleaning? Not me.
I am really too tired to do either of these things, so I’m going to lie down again, maybe watch some movie/episode or other.
Also, you may remember how I was feeling really unhappy because my room is big and gorgeous and also the centre of all sound in the house. This is still the case, but people agreed that I could put in some loanstock in order to hire someone to help me soundproof my room, thus making my life less horrific without interfering with the finances or the workload of others in the co-op. Here is the update to that: Hannah’s wonderful insulation brain helped me to find out what needs to be done, and we don’t need to rip out any plasterboard! It’s all totally doable and not too terrifying, and I’m hoping we can even do it in two sections so I don’t have to move out of the room while it’s going on; you know, move all the stuff into one half, work on the other, then swap.
Yesterday evening I was feeling a bit freaked out. I’d spent the whole day being very communicatey, getting people organised and having to work around lots of busy people in the communal areas all the time. I wasn’t doing as much as everyone else, but I was still frazzled. I had a little bath and then put on clean clothes and went for a walk to the shops without telling anyone, took as long as I needed to. No one noticed or cared, and I’m pretty sure no one else would have needed to do that or would have found it helpful, but I wanted to do things without telling anyone. Hopping on a train to see my mum is impossible without speaking to people because someone needs to feed my cat! So, buying a reduced-price mango was my substitute.