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[kbk]

mmm... brains... knitted brains... I've been contemplating a brain-splodey hat, but I would get all perfectionist about it. Blah.

I put doors on the kitchen cabinets, then realised you're supposed to drill through behind the hinge to join neighbouring cabinets. It doesn't apply to all of mine, because of positions and sizes and things, but I still went d'oh.

Had a grump earlier - part low blood-sugar (comparatively, anyway), part paternal's complete... agh. He told me - at dinner, mind - that he's taken the next two days off and we're going to work on the flat. Usually, this wouldn't be a problem. It's not like I have any life at all, really. But this weekend is G's hen-do, and I was planning on going into town tomorrow and hitting the vintage shops for accessories. And I could have gone today, if I'd known tomorrow was taken. So I grumped. So we went over this evening and I am graciously allowed to go shopping tomorrow afternoon. It's not even a big deal, I'm just annoyed.

Also I have no clean knickers. Sigh.

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[edithmatilda.livejournal.com]

Meh to parents assuming one's availability.

[kbk]

The worst part is, any other day he would probably have been right. I don't know how you put up with as much as you do, I would be breaking things for sure.

[edithmatilda.livejournal.com]

Still, he oughta ask.

I find familiarity breeds relative tolerance somehow or other. Plus he's out a lot and he can cook. He still seems a bit confused by my going out more (up to twice a week shock horror!) but he'll get the hang of it I dare say.