The kids are asleep. Now, where did I put my life..?

Oh, that's right... I have a blog. We're renovating the bathroom & laundry, so it's been all hands (at least, all of mine) on deck for general domestic duties; not necessarily reno-related but there's a lot to do around the house given that C has project-managed the whole thing and I've been trying to keep on top of some of the more menial duties. Last weekend I had to get up in the roof to fix our TV reception. See, we have an aerial on the roof, as you do, but I recently discovered, on an unrelated trip into the roof, that there's an aerial in the roof as well, sitting just above the ceiling fan in the lounge. It appears our TV was plugged into this one and that the one on the roof came out at another plug on the opposite side of the lounge. Anyway, I bought a few bits from Dick Smith and got up there last week to run both outlets from the aerial on the roof. Now all stations are bright, sharp and shiny. And get this: there's a channel 31. Who knew? So Australia has drawn Brazil, Croatia and Japan in their pool for the World Cup. We don't stand a fucking chance... I'm having day surgery on Tuesday to clean up this fucked up ankle. It's been bad the last couple of days; really, really, really, really, really, really painful. It's funny though because mostly, it's not walking that does it (though it was yesterday), often it's the things you wouldn't give a second thought to: standing up from sitting, rolling yourself around the floor on an office chair, just trying to get comforable in bed. It's a real bitch. This post has no real point. I just happened to have 20 minutes free.