So that’s the second of the bank holiday weekends over, and I got quite a lot done.
Moth Wars is going okay. I realised that I would need to clean behind the wardrobes as this hadn’t been done ever, also the top of the wardrobes was one area that still needed decluttering. So I emptied all the clothes on to the bed and then I had to take all of the remaining bedroom furniture out to the living room and hall so I would have room to move the wardrobes. It was a pretty large undertaking, there was stuff everywhere.
I decluttered all the piles of old junk off the tops of the wardrobes. I pulled them out to clean behind them. The wardrobes came with the flat when I bought it, and like everything else that came with the flat, they are a right bodge job. Cheap, flimsy bits of hardboard that have been carelessly stapled and bodged together. They were coming apart in my hands. Drawers collapsed. Doors fell off. Backs hanging off and swaying like sails. It was pathetic. I would say that about 50% of the so-called wardrobes, which are really no better than theatrical props, ended up outside by the bins. We will have new ones in due course. In the meantime, I cleaned the wobbly wardrobe-shaped shell that remained and managed to hang the clothes back on it. 1 Home point.
In other moth news, I continued to bag up my textiles, which occupied much of Friday. I also set a lot of moth traps around my house. These clever devices exist to catch the male moths so they can’t breed. They exude female moth pheromone but are covered in very sticky glue so the moths get stuck and can’t get away. I put them all around my house to gauge the extent of the problem. The good news is that now the rugs are gone the moth infestation doesn’t seem to be too bad. One of the moth traps in the bedroom has got 3 or 4 moths stuck in it already, but the living room traps feature only 1 moth and the traps in the other rooms are empty. So I am feeling less overwhelmed by moths than I was. I’ve heard other people using the same brand of trap say that theirs filled up with 50 or 60 moths in the first few days.
There is still a hell of a lot of cleaning and yarn-bagging to do.
Windows. The bloody window frames need to be replaced. They are about as good as the wardrobes, meaning they are made of crappy flimsy materials that aren’ t up to the task, are bodged together, falling to bits and are basically non functional. Gah! How much is this going to cost me?! I need to get quotes. I’ve had three windows now fall off their hinges and land in the street which is enough, isn’t it. Three times is quite enough. Someone could get killed.
Floor. I am also going to paint my kitchen floor. I don’t yet know what with. I just know it is long overdue.
Running. Thank goodness for running, because my house is pissing me off. I’ve been out for two more Level 4 runs and it is going really well. I’m feeling ambitious. I’m looking forward to the upper levels. At Level 4 you do intervals where you run for four minutes and then walk for 1 minute, which I can do. At Level 5 there is quite a dramatic increase where the running intervals suddenly become 8 minutes long. Eight minutes! My jaw dropped when I realised that. That sounds hard. But also I like a challenge. Can I do it? I don’t know. We will see. Anyway, I’ve been out twice, so two Health points.
Chinese. I’ve done loads of Chinese homework this weekend because it’s an easy alternative to housework, it’s not something you have to go out for, or use special equipment. I can recognise a lot of characters now.
Oh! I forgot to tell you something cool that happened on Thursday. I was in town, near Leicester Square tube station, so I thought of going to Chinatown which is just nearby to buy some Chinese magazines and newspapers, to help my reading. I walked around quite a bit and then eventually found a tiny Chinese newspaper shop. I went in and looked at the papers and magazines on display while the shopkeeper, a cross-looking Chinese man in his late 50s, talked to his friend. When the friend went away I picked up a couple of titles and took them over to the proprietor.
“Ni hao” I said, bravely. And he glared at me suspiciously and replied “Ni hao”, and then conducted the rest of the transaction in English.
!! Amazing! I loved it! It was like casting a spell and finding that it works! He was a real, live Chinese person! The only people to whom I’ve ever said ni hao before are my classmates and my teacher, who is Chinese but is paid to listen to our horrible accents. This guy was a bona fide Chinese person who isn’t paid to pretend to understand clumsy Westerners! I said ni hao and he understood me, and replied, and I understood his reply! Joy!! I got such a huge kick out of that. I even liked it that he was grumpy because it meant he wasn’t just replying to me to be kind.
That’s all the news for now. I hope to report something more fun and exciting in due course, as soon as I have got on top of my urgent cleaning and window-replacing problems.