The Fix-Its

"Wha-arggh"
For half a second, I believed a woman could fly. d was suspended in mid-air, and it looked like it might be rather fun. Then she crashed to earth, in the form of our kitchen floor. There was a really oddly loud crack as her knees hit the floor, a moment of unbalance and her palms smacked down, and what can only really be described as a bony clonk as her head collided with the concrete. Then, as if to add insult to serious injury, there was a kinf of crunching sound as her nose finally broke the momentum.

This face-plant was the result of us working late into the night to sort out the kitchen one last time, ahead of today. Today was fridge-freezer day. Which meant last night was face-plant night, and ice-pack night (ever tried making an ice-pack when you're busy defrosting every chunk of ice in the place? Interesting...), and painkiller night, and, as it happened, 2AM-getting-to-sleep night. As it happened, due to a clumsy moment on my behalf, it was also smashed-glass-jar-of-oatmeal-all-over-the-floor night. Cleaning that up with a dustpan and brush at 1.50AM was interesting too.

This morning, we woke early, and went downstairs to vaccuum up the remaining oatmeal and glass. Then the day was about getting our existing fridge-freezer removed, and a relatively big behemoth replacement installed in our kitchen. Then the day became about re-Rubiking our flat one last time once it was in place. We shifted furniture in at least three rooms today, some of it heavy, some of it awkward, some of it both at once. Went to see my dad, who seemed altogether less present tonight.

It was a day of aching muscles and actually of working together. Normally, when faced with a flat-pack and a screwdriver, and we end up nipping at each other, because that, after all, is the unwritten function of all flat-pack furniture and DIY, everywhere - to sow heartbreak and discord and despair among humanity. But both last night and today, we worked sweetly, with good humour, with consideration for each other, and with a common agenda. And we got stuff done.

Forgive me if I feel that's worth a couple of hours in the gym.

We fixed everything we touched today...with the exception of d's nose (which apparently is working better as a nose than ever before!), and her knees (which really, really aren't working as well as they have done before), and arguably her head, which has come up with a nice fetching bump. And I think, in some weird way, it fixed our approach to working on projects together too.

On to tomorrow, when I'm reliably informed there WILL be walking in my day, dammit! Ma's picking me up at ten, and we're walking round a reservoir together.

Just...cos...

Blood was 5.2 this morning, which was also a good element to the day. Let's see how it goes from now until Tuesday, shall we?