He still managed to arise very early in the morning... about 7am, considering that he didn't get to bed until late. I guess he was worried about the sink, the oven...
'Nah, none of those.'
Oh?
'Nah.... stinky, gotta shower.'
With that, he hopped out of bed and leaped into the shower, followed a little later on, by a curse, and a stream of water leaking out of the shower head.
Yep, he'd broken the shower.
But, because he was hungry, he decided to forego fixing the shower, and had breakfast instead. This time the pancakes were a moderate success.
Naturally, he wanted to make sure that everything was a-okay. So he checked the oven.... etc
You know the drill by now.
That's when the maid turned up.
And YIKES, where the hell did they find THIS guy?
He looks..... creepy.
And, he's very lazy too.
The floor was swimming with water. And, because they'd told him that this house was a piece of cake, easy money, he only mopped one tile before taking his money and running.
Lazy git. He needs reporting.
Anyway, Gareth decided that he'd put his handy skills (or lack thereof) to good use. And tried to fix the shower.
It's okay.
For now.
Until it breaks again.
'What was that? Is it broken? Oh man!'
*sigh*
No, it's not. But I think we'd better leave that sort of thing to the repair guys/gals. After all, they're qualified in that area.
'Yeah, but I heard they overcharge and botch up the job. I think I'm better off doing it myself.'
O-kay.
Anyway, Gareth learned that part of his job was to 'hone' his skills in the athletic sense, get himself all fit and stuff (apparently it's to get an advantage over running from the cops).
So he decided to take himself down town to the gym.
There, he took great delight in using one of the treadmills, with surprising results. I've never seen a guy look so happy.
He hardly even broke a sweat!!!
By now, it was getting late, and he'd already had a phone call earlier, asking him if he'd help out the local school with their cookie drive. This meant learning a brand new recipe. So he took the opportunity, and headed to the book store.
He'd only just walked outside, when curiosity got the better of him, and he started reading the recipe.
But then, something caught his eye and he headed towards the back of the ornamental garden bench.
Um, Gareth?
'Shhhh.'
I don't like the looks of this.
What you doing?
'Nobody's looking.'
Um, Gareth?
'Those daisies DO look pretty.'
WHAT?!?!
'Nobody will notice if they suddenly..... vanish.'
GARETH!!!!
'Aww c'mon, they'll look really good in my garden.'
*swipe*
'There, see... nobody noticed.'
Um, Gareth?
'Yeah.?'
Apart from that little girl over there.
"I'm telling."
'Telling who?'
"I saw what you did."
'Did .... what? I don't know what you're talking about.'
"If you buy me dinner, I won't tell."
'Um, yeah, riiiight.'
Gareth?
'Yeah?'
I think it's time we high-tailed it out of here.
'Good idea.'
With that, we both headed speedily home. Gareth's pockets full of a brand new recipe ....
... and a freshly filched patch of daisies.
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