Murphy's Law

Murphy's Law rules my life. It seems there's not a darned thing that I can do to stop it.

So, I'm sorry, but I think it's going to rain.

See, I washed the windows yesterday. It took me 2 1/2 hours, 2 rolls of paper towels, half a bottle of glass cleaner, half a bottle of general cleaner and countless buckets of water. I hung my ass out of the second story (third for the Americans) to get the outside of the windows. I cursed the preservation society yet again for insisting that we have two sets of windows in each window instead of ONE set of DOUBLE PANED windows. (Their reasoning is that the light reflected off of the glass is different from the way the light would have reflected off the glass in 1640. Well no shit sherlock, they also made shitty glass back then you stupid fucks! Sorry. I get REALLY pissed off because my windows are NOT good and let warm air out and cold air in and are rotting after only 5 years and we're going to have to spend a fortune on buying more specially made windows that suck.)

Anyway, lots of windows. Lots of mould. Ugh. The sealant that holds the panes in place is coming off, which means we have to keep an eye out for falling panes of glass. Well, actually WE don't, because we live up here and it's the poor sods that live below us that need to watch out, but I'm nice enough to try to stop falling glass before it happens.

Oh and on the new special windows, the paint is STILL not dry and when they painted it they smeared it around on the glass and it just does not come off. But I am not leaning THAT far out with a razor to scrape it off. I have a terrible fear (self-preservation set at "high") of falling.