one more week to go...one more week to go... one more week to go...
The new fence is looking really good. I just have to buy a new mailbox now, because the one I bought six months ago won't fit the new fence. At five feet high, it's almost high enough to stop anyone my height from peeking in - unless they really want to. I suppose the main thing is that it'll stop rubbish from blowing over into my front lawn, and into the porch (which is cleverly designed to trap any in-blown rubbish, leaving the front doorway very un-auspiciously untidy).
The boy is out tonight getting plastered with his friends and workmates, so I suppose I'll make use of the free time to finish my assignment.
Time for cake I think.