The front door was wide open, it was chucking it down with rain and the boiler was off.. aka grim.
Richard and Melford brought in huge lengths of copper pipes, reels of cable and all the other stuff that they need to install a new heating system. They disconnected and drained the header tanks and the hot water tank all of which then disappeared outside.
The middle of the false ceiling in the hall has been taken down as the heating pipes will go along inside this to the back of the flat. The mains water into the bathroom was turned off.. this meant no lavatory.. to allow the supply to be 'tapped' into for the new boiler. A water pipe which exited the basin unit, ran up, along and around the walls into the old airing cupboard where a new shiny wall mounted boiler.. an eighth of the size of her old one.. was mounted on the back wall.
With not one inch of space elsewhere in the flat, she has retreated to her bedroom. Thank goodness, an oasis in a madhouse, which, like the kitchen, which is clean and tidy! She spends the days in her bed, (thanking her lucky stars that when she made the bed, she put an double duvet underneath the mattress cover, for this made the bed very cosy and significantly warmer) and picked up a book she's had for a year or two but had not yet read.
Having been born only six years after the end of WW2 and whose parents had both seen 'action' throughout the war and had also served in Malaya during the Malay Emergency, the war wasn't talked about at home, her parents had 'lived' it and had lost friends and family because of it.
And it certainly wasn't talked about as History when she was at school. It's only as a grown-up that she's read and learnt about this war in Europe and the Far East.
She'll write a separate post on this book, THAT'S how important she figures it is. She'll also be posting on a product that a friend in California has designed. Now she doesn't think that WW - Wicker Wheelies - exist in the USA and she's never seen one anywhere in Europe but DianeMarie Ludwig has created a wonderfully named trolley called 'Dolly'!
Meanwhile, someone came from the Freeholders office and looked at the damp.. ugh. A surveyor now has to see this and do a damp measure test. She showed him the pipe some idiotic builder had chopped off at the wall.. not knowing how the Victorians hid pipes in cavity walls.. his face darkened and looked grim, especially as he saw the extent of damage to the exterior brickwork.
I am amongst my own, for there are three other African Grey Parrots being boarded at the same time as me and one of them is my old friend Growlie! We are fed, watered, warm, safe and snug.
Back home at the ranch, apparently things are all going well, Melford reckons that he'll be finished by Saturday. But, when are the Building Surveyors coming, for they'll need to crawl allover our pretty bedroom and may even have to take the floor up.. gulp.
She's just had to clear everything from inside the oven's storage drawer and the cupboard beside the cooker as they need access to the gas pipe, thank goodness we have a gas cooker as this saves having to make a hole through the very thick load bearing wall to get to the old gas boiler.
The lobby of our bedroom is now lined both sides with a vegetable rack, casseroles, an electric slicer, an electric grill, baking trays.. are you getting an idea of the organised (don't choke laughing) chaos in our home? It is 'slightly' chilly-billy as the front door has to be wide open.
But you know what? Despite all this madness and the level of discomfort, this is still our home and I am sad that I am not there with her whilst she's going through it.. because I would sit on her head and keep her warm.
For we all know.. East West.. home is best.
GeeGee Parrot.
October 29th, 2015.
Richard and Melford brought in huge lengths of copper pipes, reels of cable and all the other stuff that they need to install a new heating system. They disconnected and drained the header tanks and the hot water tank all of which then disappeared outside.
The middle of the false ceiling in the hall has been taken down as the heating pipes will go along inside this to the back of the flat. The mains water into the bathroom was turned off.. this meant no lavatory.. to allow the supply to be 'tapped' into for the new boiler. A water pipe which exited the basin unit, ran up, along and around the walls into the old airing cupboard where a new shiny wall mounted boiler.. an eighth of the size of her old one.. was mounted on the back wall.
With not one inch of space elsewhere in the flat, she has retreated to her bedroom. Thank goodness, an oasis in a madhouse, which, like the kitchen, which is clean and tidy! She spends the days in her bed, (thanking her lucky stars that when she made the bed, she put an double duvet underneath the mattress cover, for this made the bed very cosy and significantly warmer) and picked up a book she's had for a year or two but had not yet read.
Having been born only six years after the end of WW2 and whose parents had both seen 'action' throughout the war and had also served in Malaya during the Malay Emergency, the war wasn't talked about at home, her parents had 'lived' it and had lost friends and family because of it.
And it certainly wasn't talked about as History when she was at school. It's only as a grown-up that she's read and learnt about this war in Europe and the Far East.
She'll write a separate post on this book, THAT'S how important she figures it is. She'll also be posting on a product that a friend in California has designed. Now she doesn't think that WW - Wicker Wheelies - exist in the USA and she's never seen one anywhere in Europe but DianeMarie Ludwig has created a wonderfully named trolley called 'Dolly'!
Meanwhile, someone came from the Freeholders office and looked at the damp.. ugh. A surveyor now has to see this and do a damp measure test. She showed him the pipe some idiotic builder had chopped off at the wall.. not knowing how the Victorians hid pipes in cavity walls.. his face darkened and looked grim, especially as he saw the extent of damage to the exterior brickwork.
I am amongst my own, for there are three other African Grey Parrots being boarded at the same time as me and one of them is my old friend Growlie! We are fed, watered, warm, safe and snug.
Back home at the ranch, apparently things are all going well, Melford reckons that he'll be finished by Saturday. But, when are the Building Surveyors coming, for they'll need to crawl allover our pretty bedroom and may even have to take the floor up.. gulp.
She's just had to clear everything from inside the oven's storage drawer and the cupboard beside the cooker as they need access to the gas pipe, thank goodness we have a gas cooker as this saves having to make a hole through the very thick load bearing wall to get to the old gas boiler.
The lobby of our bedroom is now lined both sides with a vegetable rack, casseroles, an electric slicer, an electric grill, baking trays.. are you getting an idea of the organised (don't choke laughing) chaos in our home? It is 'slightly' chilly-billy as the front door has to be wide open.
But you know what? Despite all this madness and the level of discomfort, this is still our home and I am sad that I am not there with her whilst she's going through it.. because I would sit on her head and keep her warm.
For we all know.. East West.. home is best.
GeeGee Parrot.
October 29th, 2015.
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