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Thursday 20th July 2006
I nearly wrote July 200th just then. July 200th, eh? What's all that about? So anyway . . . where are we? Ah yes. So the kitchen was fitted yesterday. It took them about . . . ooo, I don't know . . . 9 - 10 hours, I reckon, although I wasn't there throughout that period. They arrived just after 8am and were done by about 7pm. So yeah . . . we got a fully functioning (well, except for the extractor thingy) kitchen now. I popped back at lunchtime today for something . . . for lunch, probably . . . the recycling lorry went past, the driver got out, hammered at my door, or at least I thing he did . . . this was only confirmed later on, in conversation with my next door neighbour . . . but, no . . . you see, at the time, I heard this knocking sound (I was upstairs at the time) and was kind of like, "Is that someone at the door?" so I went downstairs, couldn't see anyone through the glass front door so was like, "Ah well, must have been someone else," and went back upstairs, none the wiser. They were probably knocking at the side-door, though, as people keep doing. Side door = kitchen door. Side door is made of wood and I can't see through wood. Right. So yeah . . . we unpacked loads of boxes last night, things labelled 'kitchen', primarily. The reason I suspect the recycling guys were knocking on my door was to say, "Say, that's a lot of cardboard there you got. We'll take it off yer hands this week, son, but . . . well, really, we just do empty breakfast cereal packets, the odd bit of packaging, you know? That kind of thing. You got a metre cubed of cardboard . . . well, that's something else." Probably. I don't know though. Maybe I had arranged my tins/paper/glass/whatever in the recycle bins incorrectly. Did anything else happen today? Oh, not really. Someone was going on about timesheets at work and someone else pointed out the dangerously recursive/spiralling nature of these things. You book time spent recording time spent doing actual work to a specific category ('filling in time sheet'), but then you realise that you're spending time recording the fact that you are spending time recording time spent doing actual work, so you need a category for that as well, and on it goes . . . very, very dangerous.
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