Fanning About

It's official.
Joyce has just crossed the line.
I am going to kill her!! Figuratively, of course.

I have one of the busiest days today (and yes, job/flat hunting is very important and can come before work) and she woke me up three times last night!! THREE!! WTF??

It all started off alright. Got home at a reasonable hour, armed with a box of Surf and Comfort fabric softner. It was laundry night. Well, purely because I had run out of jeans to wear and have to work tonight and tomorrow morning.

So I throw my jeans in the wash, open a bottle of vino and touch up my roots. All this very quietly in my room.
I then hang my wet jeans up on my drying rack and put the fan on them. Because in this weather, i'd be lucky if they're dry by Sunday! It had a quiet hum going that was drowned out by BBC news that Joyce insists on watching on the loudest setting.

I then do the rest of my laundry and hang them up. I nipped to P's room to watch Supernatural with him and find out abotu his new job whiel raiding his sweets collection (he gets it free form his new job). Halfway through Supernatural, Joyce sticks her head in P's door and tells us to stop fighting.
We weren't even talking.
Joyce: You mustn't fight.
Insano and P exchange surprised looks.
Joyce: Waht you watching?
Insano: Supernatural
Joyce: What's it about?
P: Two brothers who kill ghosts.
Joyce: But you can't kill ghosts.
Insano and P trying really hard to follow the adventure unfolding on the screen.
Insano: (words dripping cyanide) They can, Joyce. See? (points to screen where hottie pumps rock salt into spectre)
Joyce: (Blows a raspberry!!) Nonsense. (Waves arm and leaves room making R2D2 clicking sounds)
Insano and P look at eachother in confusion.
Insano: What's happening? I lost the plot somewhere!
P: Fuck it. (turns off TV)

I drifted back to my room only to find Joyce had turned the fan off. I turned to her.
Insano: Joyce, why did you turn off the fan?
Joyce: It was cold.
Insano: Joyce, it was in my room with the doors closed...
Joyce: It was using electricity.
Insano: Joyce, I really need to dry my jeans so that I can wear them tomorrow. I will turn it off as soon as its dry. Besides, I pay for electricity too.
Joyce: Why didn't you tell me? I could have washed them this afternoon!
Insano: No. It's not your responsibility..It's mine. I prefer to do my own laundry. (And she tends to overwash items out of pure forgetfulness and I don't like people looking through my dirty laundry anyway.)

I retreated to my room, closing the doors behind me and turning the fan on a low setting. by now it's after 12 and I am buggered!! Crawled into bed.
not 10 minutes later, I hear my bedroom doors slide open. I jolt up in bed and there stands the old crazy trying to reach over my laundry rack to turn the fan off.

Repeat above conversation.

she leaves and I turn the fan back on.

Rinse and repeat twice more!

And people wonder why my mirror nearly cracked when I looked into it this morning. Or that I nearly reduced a train conductor to tears with one look.

Now to get to work...