Originally posted by NickFitz
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Stewth it's a bit warm upstairs in "The Master Bedroom" ().
Moved 3 bookcases out to vac behind & beneath them.
No visible spiders.
Lots of dust under the Georgian chest of drawers.
I'm having a bit of a spell to cool down before the next round of exertion.
I really do have to get rid of some of this stuff.
Oxfam, you won't know what hit you.
But at least this load of stuff should be a bit more salable than the last lot which was mostly textbooks so tedious they'd make your eyes bleed.
Since it's Tuesday, R4 is celebrating by transmitting one of those special Tuesday plays that, should you be so incautious as to listen, end up giving you the urge to cut your wrists.
Today it's about some poor bastard who discovers he's got breast cancer.
Many years ago when working at Philips Semiconductors in Southampton (not there any more because of the Strangelove Jonah Effect(tm)), I was having my tea/dinner in the Travel Inn "restaurant " when some people behind me started talking about some poor bastard who was in the same unfortunate situation.
I've never eaten a meal so fast just to get away from the gory details.
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