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Year View| Summary| Highlights| Month View| Wednesday 29 August 2007 (Day View)
29.08.2007 – Wednesday 29 August – The War Against Mould
- • Woke up, having slept fitfully with a builder building a house around us. I guess I got around three hours sleep, on and off.
- • Drove Clint, Maz, Bronwen and myself back to Brisbane. Also drank a lot of iced coffee.
- • Drove to Indooroopilly with Bronwen to look for photo frames, got Chez Tessa for Bronwen and Thai for me, and watched The Bourne Supremacy with Maz at his place, before driving Bronwen home.
- • Spraying the shower roof with anti-mould isn’t much fun. The spray tends to head downwards—something to do with gravity I expect—and ends up in one’s face, breathing tract, and eyes. Mopping the shower roof isn’t that good either; it’s very high (I can only just reach, even with the mop), and because of that I can’t get much of an angle, and have to push quite hard to get it to move, which isn’t the ideal thing to do with one’s hands above one’s head.