Work (or not)

Reports of the Philpott arson trial in England get more and more barmy.   Mick Philpott attempted to endear himself to the jury by stating that he hadn’t had a bath in 12 weeks, just a face wash. Trying to explain the fact that petrol was found on his trousers, he said that that he rarely changed his clothes. “I try to stick to the ones I’m wearing, “he said, “Because I don’t do much work”.   I find I have no charitable thoughts about Mike Philpott at all.       

 

     

 As retired people, Mike and I can’t be said to do a lot of work, though we do wash and change our clothes regularly.  I flick an occasional duster and do most of the cooking. Mike has been known to wield a hoover and has actually cooked dinner for the last two nights for which I am grateful.  I do the longer dog walks and we both fiddle a bit with the garden and attempt to grow the odd vegetable.  We are very glad that our friend, Karl, comes once a week to do the heavy outside stuff like chopping up trees.   We both read a lot, but understand that doesn’t come under the heading of labour.

 

 

When we dismantled and disposed of a big old white wardrobe yesterday it was quite a major project for us.  Mike unscrewed things whilst I clung to pieces of MDF to stop them falling on our feet.  The wardrobe was in a first floor room so Mike managed to heave pieces of it out of the window to where I was waiting on the raised grass below.  The whole thing was very successful.  Neither of us injured ourselves, though the dog seemed a bit put out.  We are getting an armoire on Tuesday which is vastly superior to the old white wardrobe.