Here’s a “home haul” video, which I believe is the correct down-with-the-kids-speak for Things I’ve Been Buying For The House. Which could also be called Ruth’s Neverending Stream of Parcel Deliveries, or even Ruth’s Husband’s Ultimate Source of Discontent, because he has to endure the incessant ringing of the doorbell and the cardboard boxes everywhere and me being indecisive about everything and then eventually, after placing different cushions on different beds for a week or so,  me asking him to go to the post office to send things back.
But it’s a necessary evil, internet homeware shopping, because I simply don’t get the time to go into the shops and browse. Or if I do, it’s between the hours of about 8pm and 10.30pm, which is my designated relaxation time, and there aren’t any shops open then. So I like to unwind with an imaginary glass of wine (real stuff can now be added to the list of “things that give me cystitis“) and look for whatever it is that I need. There’s always something. I still don’t have ceiling lights in two rooms upstairs, and the dog has ruined so many bits of carpet with his recent vom sessions that I’m being forced to invest in some very large rugs. (Due to the aforementioned sick-fest and my fear of a future repeat performance, I need rugs in nice colours that are jazzy enough, pattern-wise, to hide accidents. Because it’s not just Dexter the...