Bath time

Scscscshhhhrrrllllll. Make a sound like slurping on a slushee only using your spit for moisture. Every now and then suck a little harder. That’s the noise the bath used to make when it emptied at my old house when I was a kid. Some sewer dwelling monster sucking the water down the drain and making mini whirlpools form at my end. And parents thought we just didn’t want to get clean!

But when I empty the german tub here at work, no sound is made. Just a slow disappearance of water until only my muck and a few hairs are left on the bath floor. Why?

So not much going on these days. MY life is pretty routine. Dislike that word and it’s connotations. For me it is not really a routine yet. More a means to an end.

(Boring life part…)

I usually wake around 7:30. Or 7am if Jo changes his alarm and doesn’t think to tell me! Ended up being ready for work at like half the hour! Crazy early!

Work then starts round 8am after a breaky of muesli, banana and joghurt. Jo joins me at around 9 most days. We waste an hour planning what to do all day and then do what we do every day. Sand a bit. Paint a bit. Smash a bit. Paint a bit more. And so on. Majority of the work at the mo is painting. Half and hour lunch and a coffee break and the day usually ends 10-11hrs later, $200NZ richer, by like 6:30pm. Dinner followed by an hour of mindless mate chatter and then music on, into our respective baths and it’s time to soak for an hour plus and for me to write something if any thoughts decide to visit me. Maybe a quick workout in the climbing gym we are building or a visit to the supermarket to fill in the night. Then it is bed as the body is usually wrecked.

(End of boring part.. mostly)

My arms are smarting. If you get paint on yours, I wouldn’t recommend using sandpaper to get it off. Ouch sums up the after effects well. Especially if you plan on bathing any time soon.

Not much else to report. In England you can buy mushy peas in a tin. In Germany you can buy jars of pickled sausages or bags of sauerkraut.

Oh, and there was a pig wandering the autobahn yesterday. 200km/hr car plus pig = not good. Wonder what happened to it? Did someone save it?