Parrot and woman, Blondie and GeeGee. The years are tick-tocking by and she's had CAG's in her life for twenty seven years. First there was Darling Dagga Parrot, they were together for over sixteen years and and now me and our eleven.. yup, that makes twenty seven and a half years.
And yesterday was a day pretty much like the one when she drove up to Shropshire to collect me, what a drive back to London that was! The British weather at its' very worst, heavy rain lashing down, it was so awful even the huge trucks on the M1 were driving slowly, visibility was dreadful but we lived to tell the tale and here we are.
The surveyor was here yesterday.. nice man, very competent and thorough, luckily it was tipping it down with rain when he arrived so he could actually see where, because of a builder's sloppy work, the rain was dripping onto brickwork and oh, lookielookie, someone had forgotten to seal underneath a window sill, so water was seeping into a wall.
That didn't make him very happy, neither did the quality of the damp-proof work which had been done.
Wizard called yesterday, they had a long chat, he called to say that he is thrilled with those 'wages' of the Slow Cooker and the Pasta Machine! The Slow Cooker means that he has a scrummy hot supper waiting for him when he gets home, sometimes late at night.
In the old days, he was often too tired to cook a meal, he'd grab a piece of toast or a take-a-way but now, he assembles everything in the morning, sets a timer and comes home to a proper meal. And lots and lots of delicious Pasta.. he'd made something wonderful with the Goaty curd and wanted to know where he could get it, "Borough Market, go and find Ellie's Dairy's stand, see Jo and tell him I sent you" she said.
"I'm back off to Berlin on Friday, back on December 4th, then off to Australia on December 6th, back here on January 6th, I'll do your cupboards in January and I'll go to Jo, get some curd and make and bring you some tortellini, would that be ok?" he asked. She said "Slurp".
Then he asked her about the heating and hot water installation and was appalled to hear about the extent of bare piping that was surface mounted on the wall. As was Steve, the Freeholders OWN surveyor, who took lots of photos of it and said "these bare pipes will go in my report as well, this level of work is beyond disgraceful!"
The surveyor and she were both flumoxed yesterday.. the huge tin of whitewash could not be opened! The tin has a new fangled security device keeping it shut and neither of them, who have obviously opened a few tins of paint in their time, were able to get it open! So she has to take it back to the store for them to show her how to do this.
That means she lost a painting day but never mind, she's mentally written off entertaining or having friends to stay until January comes along, for she knows that if she puts everything back in the stash hole, she'll never get the painting done, whereas, if everything is left in the sitting room, she'll have all the prep-work done properly for when Wizard is back in January.
Which is in less than two months time.. yes folks, old Father Time is a'tick-tocking away.. and 2016 is fast approaching and then I'll be twelve but for now, I'm quite happy being eleven, like she's quite happy being sixty five!
Fancy that!
GeeGee Parrot.
November 18th, 2015.
Post Script: CAG stands for Congolese African Grey.
And yesterday was a day pretty much like the one when she drove up to Shropshire to collect me, what a drive back to London that was! The British weather at its' very worst, heavy rain lashing down, it was so awful even the huge trucks on the M1 were driving slowly, visibility was dreadful but we lived to tell the tale and here we are.
The surveyor was here yesterday.. nice man, very competent and thorough, luckily it was tipping it down with rain when he arrived so he could actually see where, because of a builder's sloppy work, the rain was dripping onto brickwork and oh, lookielookie, someone had forgotten to seal underneath a window sill, so water was seeping into a wall.
That didn't make him very happy, neither did the quality of the damp-proof work which had been done.
Wizard called yesterday, they had a long chat, he called to say that he is thrilled with those 'wages' of the Slow Cooker and the Pasta Machine! The Slow Cooker means that he has a scrummy hot supper waiting for him when he gets home, sometimes late at night.
In the old days, he was often too tired to cook a meal, he'd grab a piece of toast or a take-a-way but now, he assembles everything in the morning, sets a timer and comes home to a proper meal. And lots and lots of delicious Pasta.. he'd made something wonderful with the Goaty curd and wanted to know where he could get it, "Borough Market, go and find Ellie's Dairy's stand, see Jo and tell him I sent you" she said.
"I'm back off to Berlin on Friday, back on December 4th, then off to Australia on December 6th, back here on January 6th, I'll do your cupboards in January and I'll go to Jo, get some curd and make and bring you some tortellini, would that be ok?" he asked. She said "Slurp".
Then he asked her about the heating and hot water installation and was appalled to hear about the extent of bare piping that was surface mounted on the wall. As was Steve, the Freeholders OWN surveyor, who took lots of photos of it and said "these bare pipes will go in my report as well, this level of work is beyond disgraceful!"
The surveyor and she were both flumoxed yesterday.. the huge tin of whitewash could not be opened! The tin has a new fangled security device keeping it shut and neither of them, who have obviously opened a few tins of paint in their time, were able to get it open! So she has to take it back to the store for them to show her how to do this.
That means she lost a painting day but never mind, she's mentally written off entertaining or having friends to stay until January comes along, for she knows that if she puts everything back in the stash hole, she'll never get the painting done, whereas, if everything is left in the sitting room, she'll have all the prep-work done properly for when Wizard is back in January.
Which is in less than two months time.. yes folks, old Father Time is a'tick-tocking away.. and 2016 is fast approaching and then I'll be twelve but for now, I'm quite happy being eleven, like she's quite happy being sixty five!
Fancy that!
GeeGee Parrot.
November 18th, 2015.
Post Script: CAG stands for Congolese African Grey.
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