I'm loosing the plot with this house project; I've begun to confuse the names of the tradesmen and request/report the wrong things. I'm on the verge of tears most of the day, but not when I need to talk to the tradesmen. If reason can't get through to them, I wondered if feminine tears would work, but I'm so not that kind of a Sheila, and I'll probably burst out laughing. I've always found it tricky to try to be stern and make a point across, and being nice and not offensive; I often send mixed messages this way.
National Radio was on while I made lunch. I don't pay attention to the finance news, but today I giggled twice. I'm paraphrasing, but here goes:
"(British Prime Minister Gordon) Brown's speech in front of the US Congress was interrupted upwards of seventeen times by standing ovations."
I can't decide if he was uncomfortable or secretly pleased; I've tried to watch him on YouTube but the subject being not the most riveting, I only got to the first applause.
"Every (Japanese) person will receive 12,000 yen (from the government) in the hopes of boosting the economy."
Yeah, right; that'll pay for one really nice lunch, an OK-but-short night out, or grocery for one day for a family of two to four. Some T-shirts cost more than that.
Then I watched 20 minutes of the American version of Strip Tease, where young muscular men bitched and moaned and threw tantrums. Those blokes made me look composed in comparison.