Mirinda had Book Group today so I travelled up to Canary Wharf to clean the flat. She was involved in a bit of a race to finish the book (something dull about Brazil in the early 19th century) but managed at the last hour. I think it’s always better to be able to discuss something you’ve read though I rarely do it myself.
The trip into town was delightfully free from problems. In fact, I overheard a conversation between two chaps and, rather than annoy me (as per normal) it was quite interesting.
They were clearly old friends who hadn’t seen each other for a while. They were both on their way to work and exchanged a few words on what they’d been doing with their lives since they’d last met. One of them said he was working a contract in a comms firm, which is a long way from interesting, but the other guy said he was renovating Dutch barges in Canary Wharf. He would travel up on a Monday morning and stay on the barge he was renovating, returning on Friday night after work.
He said they were ‘high-end holiday rentals’ and, I assume, not his. I have to say, it sounds like a pretty cool job. His friend thought so too.
The flat cleaning wasn’t particularly arduous though it could have been a bit longer than usual. While buying a few cleaning products, Ayesha in the shop downstairs said she’d give me the key to her flat so I could give it a clean for her.
“The bathroom skirting board paint could do with a touch up, too,” She added.
Oh, how we laughed.