My mum had a huge selection of old sayings, and the title of this post was but one of them. I have always kept them alive, but I suspect they will die with me, which is a terrible shame as they are worth keeping to my mind.
Anyway, I woke at 4.30 for the loo and laid there, not able to get back to sleep. Finally I allowed myself to check the alarm clock again - 6.15. I thought, right I shall get up in a moment. Then - manoeuvring lights showed up behind the curtains, and finally settled into position. What. The. Hell? Next Door with his tractors doesn't have lights as strong as that! I was just thinking E.T. thoughts, when I realized that the oil man had cometh - we'd only ordered the oil yesterday and it was scheduled for the end of the week but obviously they were coming our way sooner and we must have been the first delivery of the day.
So, whilst I am sat here with a hotty botty stuffed up my fleece top, I have allowed myself to put the central heating on for an hour or so.
Not only was it the oil man arriving, as yesterday, after a long wait because he is so much in demand, our builder turned up and he and his sidekick hacked off damp gypsum plaster from the end attic wall and put on the first coat of lime plaster. The second coat goes on on Friday and a minor repair to the long bedroom wall, plus Steve will get up on the roof to sort out what needs to be done to totally weatherproof it.
I gave myself the afternoon off yesterday as I felt far less than 100% and I am SO fed up with clearing my sinuses. I have a used paper hankie mountain which is being burned daily. I am hoping to avoid a chest infection but the wretched bug has gone on a journey of exploration into my lungs, which is not a positive, but so far just coughing up gunk and not running a temp etc.
Right, I must get on with Tam's quilt or it will never be finished!