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[rimturse]

It's one of these days where Jonesy will try the patience of a saint. First of all he's got an upset stomach, not his fault, but it involves a lot of unpleasant work for me. The ripping off stickers, whining, biting of Felix, chewing on boxes, stealing of paintbrushes and spreading 1 kg of seed beads out on the carpet is his fault, however.

I got up at 6:30 this morning and started organizing the office. 6 hours later and it still looks like a bombsite. Spent almost an hour putting together a German E-mail and it's probably full of mistakes anyway. Ah well...

Yesterday I fixed the tumble dryer, which had started to go a loud clonk-clonk-clonk instead of pleasant wrrrrr. I'm extremely proud of myself.

The neighbour asked C if I could offer his daughter a job. This is the second job-application I've had within a year. It's a pretty strange feeling. I'd hire them all of course, but sadly, I think they expect to get paid.

I have to figure out what to do with Jonesy's stomach. It's more delicate than cobweb lace. My first Maine Coon had stomach problems as well. I hope it's not a breed thing. It's a bigger problem with Jonesy, though, because he loves food - all food. My first cat only liked his dry food, honey melon, and scrimps with mayo and a touch of lemon (don't ask how I figured that one out).

Oh and to you guys with more than one cat. Have you noticed how two cats chasing the same bug look as if they're synchronise swimming? - well, hunting, but you get what I mean. :)

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[rabiagale.livejournal.com]

The ripping off stickers, whining, biting of Felix, chewing on boxes, stealing of paintbrushes and spreading 1 kg of seed beads out on the carpet is his fault, however.

Oi! *You* have the patience of a saint.

Yesterday I fixed the tumble dryer, which had started to go a loud clonk-clonk-clonk instead of pleasant wrrrrr. I'm extremely proud of myself.

I usually fix that by taking out all the overalls. Somehow I think your fix was a lot more complicated than that. ;)

I'd hire them all of course, but sadly, I think they expect to get paid.

An unfortunate truth.

[frigg.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I had to take out the thingy where the warm air comes out (which resulted in about 5 litres of mucky water on the floor), clean it and clean the drain. It didn't involve high-tech mechanical skills, but it was a bit more than taking away the lint and pouring out the water. :)

I don't know about being a saint, I guess it's more laziness. Losing my temper requires a lot of energy. :)

[rabiagale.livejournal.com]

Ugh. That doesn't sound like fun. If I ever have to do that, I will make the Husband do it instead. :D