  I'm tired... Physically and mentally. Today I have done the following: Tidied out my brothers parking space at his flat. This involved -Raking four bin bags worth of leaves and putting them into said bags -Picking out the trash (crisp packets, carrier bags) from the place and binning them -Picking weeds and bramble out of the newly fond soil with my hands (I say newly found soil... because nobody knew it was there. It was buried deep underneath a pile of crap a foot dep. Consequently the pile of crap I had to move. ) Then came the bush trimming. My brothers wheely bin had become encovered by a bramble bush with centimetre to inch long thrns all over it. I had to -Chop the bush back a few feet.. scratchin myself a plenty -Pick up the bits of bush and place them into bags -Repeat until parents satisfied -Count number of limbs remaining Luckily the other bush that was in the way off the door had no thorns, so was trimmed easier Next job.
Painting. Two walls in the room had been donw.. leaving two walls with the window and several plug sockets and fernickety edges to paint around. This led to much annoyance as I was using the roller. This took an hour and a half to paint fully with my brother neatening the edges that i couldn't have managed with the shitty 'cotton wool on a swirly stick' i had been given. That was an end to the physical part of my day except for the loading, next came the mental part. I had to draw a plan and measure my brothers room, as well as travelling home and measuring all of his furniture.
Now i had to piece the two together, bearing in mind all radiators/plugs/light switches. This sounds easy, but it is not. My brother neglected to tel me that his stuff would only fit in with a nanometer of space left to breathe. This led to me drawing sums and doing advanced sums in my head... and cocking them up. I mean seriously, who can do pythagoras thereom of three digit numbers in their head? This led to me phoning people for use of their calculator, thankyou especially to ben and emma for whom 'two minutes' ... means never. Eventually due to help from raquel i had my sums... and found out I didn't have enough room. Fuck. Thre plans later and I've fitted everything in the room.. but the double bed has to have one of it's sides up against the wall.... ah well they can live with it.
Oh, apparently I was supposed to ring emma back... ah well shite happens Im continuing in my mentally tired state by playing emotional table tennis with half of the population of southern england. That and it's ten and I really need to sleep (yes i'm needing earlier and earlier nights) Yawn laters 
