So I finally christened the bath tub.
I am normally a shower kinda girl but today the osteopath said to have a nice relaxing hot bath after my session.
I lit some candles, turned the lights off, and poured some bath oil into the bath tub to aid in relaxation.
After 20 minutes in the tub, soaking away the woes of the world, I decided I had “pruned” enough and it was time to get out the tub.
It was a great plan, however as I tried to get out I discovered why bath oils come with a warning…… slippery when wet!!!
I had poured so much of the damn oil into the bath that I couldn’t get out the bloody tub!!!
I had to sit there until all the water had drained out and then try and leaver myself out one limb at a time.

Staying clean isn’t easy!!

I think I managed to throw the mouse away in the recycling last night.

I made it a little comfy nest in a cardboard box with some hay type stuff and at 2am I heard it nesting in the “mouse box” so I acted like a ninja and ran across the room to close the box and “dispose” of it.
So I closed the box (kinda) and put it in the car, and drove 20 minutes to the nearest park I could think of and dumped the box in the recycling bin I found nearby.

So the mouse is hopefully happy living near the park and eating the crisps I left out for it….. or it’s in my car!!!

It’s in my car isn’t it?

The mouse spent most of the night staring at me from on top of the stool as I removed its dog bed from underneath.

I think it hates me

Y’all, long time sufferers of my fb rants know my car registration fell off many moons ago and I just never got it repaired (not for want of trying).

So, driving around just now and decided that today would be the day to get it repaired.

Just pulled up outside an auto repair shop (Halfords, for those in the know) and asked the guy to fix the registration number back on.
Guy comes outside (in the rain) to see the car “what’s the issue?”
Me “the reg needs reattaching”
Guy “nah, it’s totally fine”
Me “I’m pretty sure it legally needs to be attached”
Guy “I think it’s ok”
Me “can you just attach it?”
Guy “but it’s already there”
Me “no it’s on the passenger seat”
Guy “ummmm….I’m gonna get my manager”
Me ?
Manager “what’s the issue?”
Me “I just need my registration reattached. I don’t know why this is so hard”
Manager and Guy “ummmmm, it’s fine”
Me ?
Manager (pointing at registration) “can you see this ok?”
Me “………..how did that get there?”
Manager and Guy “?”

Me *standing stupified* (and mumbling to myself) “how did it reattach?, did someone break into my car?, it wasn’t on last time I checked. I don’t understand where that came from”

Manager “do you need me to call someone?”

Me …

It took me much too long to realize that the mechanic reattached it the other day when he serviced the car