When the weather turns chillybilly. One should grow extra feathers or in human terms, put another layer of clothing on. The sky is pale grey, the temperature low, heading downwards fast and numpty number one is back which means the front door is open, I'm shut in the bedroom and any heat that was in our home is fast vanishing up our steps and skipping off down the street.
'Drrrrrr' was the noise coming from our bathroom as he dug up the concrete floor, to find, a never before seen pipe! Goodness knows how many other pipes are underneath this thick concrete flooring. She was intensely gratified to see this as she KNOWS he and the landlord thought she was somehow responsible for the large damp patch which steadily grew bigger day by day.
So for him to find, underneath a thick layer of blue flooring plastic, a huge amount of wet concrete validates her saying that she thinks that it is coming from an old down pipe that wasn't disconnected properly. Anyway, he has gone off to get a pipe freezing kit, what truly magical stuff this is!
Onto much more interesting, for you, things! For I'm sure that you must be as bored as we are with the ongoing subject of our wet bathroom floor.
Sadly, she got her weeks muddled up, so no Chinese YumYum for her today, therefore, no Parrot pouch for me. (Dogs have bags, Parrots have pouches, gottit?)
This means that she has an empty space in her day, she cannot do anything in the manner of housework, the kitchen is clean and tidy, she certainly cannot do any washing or painting nor collect the red lantern as grumpy elder brother of her lovely lampmaker says it is not finished yet.
Ah well, she's drilled into ceilings before and as luck would have it, she bought a pack of new masonry bits only yesterday, so if it isn't ready by the time the floor is finished and numpty leaves, well, she'll just have to do the hard wiring herself. When hard wiring into the mains, she ALWAYS turns off the power by throwing the mains switch to OFF! That way she can't electrocute herself.
However, old Mr. Sun has just appeared! Now, this is a double edged sword! For on one side, it makes our bedroom nice and light but on the other, she might disappear to the garden without me. Not that I would actually like to go on this jaunt, for you see, I don't have the front section of my overcoat finished yet and, therefore, I cannot do up any buttons and it doesn't look as if it's very warm out there.
And why should you have a knob on your front or back door.. well.. if you have generous friends who travel and bring you back delicious goodies, where are they going to put them? On the doorstep? Certainly not, the mice would run off with them!
"Thank you Tereza for those very delicious goodies".
GeeGee Parrot.
November 17th, 2016.
PostScript: After publishing this just before 12.30, the clouds drew themselves over Mr. Sun like a dreary curtain and Mr. Sky is growing darker minute by minute. There are splash marks on our steps and heavy rain is forecasted. All thoughts of gardening have been put aside and she has retreated into our bedroom.
The sitting room, if you're up to date with my blog, is a 'No Go Zone', she hasn't even opened its' door for at least a month and as it's more comfy and a great deal warmer to snuggle under bedclothes, that's where she is and I am snuggled down on top of her head.
Which means we both have toasty toes!
'Drrrrrr' was the noise coming from our bathroom as he dug up the concrete floor, to find, a never before seen pipe! Goodness knows how many other pipes are underneath this thick concrete flooring. She was intensely gratified to see this as she KNOWS he and the landlord thought she was somehow responsible for the large damp patch which steadily grew bigger day by day.
So for him to find, underneath a thick layer of blue flooring plastic, a huge amount of wet concrete validates her saying that she thinks that it is coming from an old down pipe that wasn't disconnected properly. Anyway, he has gone off to get a pipe freezing kit, what truly magical stuff this is!
Onto much more interesting, for you, things! For I'm sure that you must be as bored as we are with the ongoing subject of our wet bathroom floor.
Sadly, she got her weeks muddled up, so no Chinese YumYum for her today, therefore, no Parrot pouch for me. (Dogs have bags, Parrots have pouches, gottit?)
This means that she has an empty space in her day, she cannot do anything in the manner of housework, the kitchen is clean and tidy, she certainly cannot do any washing or painting nor collect the red lantern as grumpy elder brother of her lovely lampmaker says it is not finished yet.
Ah well, she's drilled into ceilings before and as luck would have it, she bought a pack of new masonry bits only yesterday, so if it isn't ready by the time the floor is finished and numpty leaves, well, she'll just have to do the hard wiring herself. When hard wiring into the mains, she ALWAYS turns off the power by throwing the mains switch to OFF! That way she can't electrocute herself.
However, old Mr. Sun has just appeared! Now, this is a double edged sword! For on one side, it makes our bedroom nice and light but on the other, she might disappear to the garden without me. Not that I would actually like to go on this jaunt, for you see, I don't have the front section of my overcoat finished yet and, therefore, I cannot do up any buttons and it doesn't look as if it's very warm out there.
And why should you have a knob on your front or back door.. well.. if you have generous friends who travel and bring you back delicious goodies, where are they going to put them? On the doorstep? Certainly not, the mice would run off with them!
"Thank you Tereza for those very delicious goodies".
GeeGee Parrot.
November 17th, 2016.
PostScript: After publishing this just before 12.30, the clouds drew themselves over Mr. Sun like a dreary curtain and Mr. Sky is growing darker minute by minute. There are splash marks on our steps and heavy rain is forecasted. All thoughts of gardening have been put aside and she has retreated into our bedroom.
The sitting room, if you're up to date with my blog, is a 'No Go Zone', she hasn't even opened its' door for at least a month and as it's more comfy and a great deal warmer to snuggle under bedclothes, that's where she is and I am snuggled down on top of her head.
Which means we both have toasty toes!
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