OI VEY.. what a beastly wretched month this is proving to be. We have wet patches in the screed floor which is confusing everyone, for WHERE is this wetness coming from? But there they are, showing up very dark in the pale grey floor. So the vinyl flooring is still pretending to be a fat snake lying in the hall.
Brian, the gas checking man, came last Monday to look at the boiler, this got the all clear but the gas cooker didn't! It failed and so she was warned not to use the front right hand burner and Brian said he would come today to install a new one.
She went out to see friends on Wednesday, it was chucking it down with rain and cold so I declined the invitation to join her on this jaunt and stayed behind and I was mighty glad I did for she came home whinging about the bitterness of the wind.
As I do not have many underclothes on yet, they're coming through but slowly, I am fussy about my jaunts and I certainly don't want to go out to the plots until next year as the thought of being in a cage in little shed does not fill me with glee!
One of the numpties came again today to see if any clue could be uncovered as to why the 'flippin' floor' is still wet. Then the old cooker was dis-connected from the gas and it was two-manhandled out of the flat and the new one put in. It's tiny! Oh dear, she said many rude words! The grill, which she never uses, is placed between the oven and the gas rings, this means that the oven is just minute!
This goes someway to explain why level of chaos and stress in our home is still at Everest heights!
As she explained to a friend' who was unwise enough to say "what exactly is happening?", she was told.. "everything is out of the bathroom and in the bedroom, therefore, things that should be in the bedroom are in the sitting room, into which I haven't been for almost four months. I sit on either the kitchen sink or the bed.. life is 'strange' to put it politely".
And in case she wasn't sad or unhappy enough, she then received the dreadful news from an old dear friend that her equally dear husband died last Friday.. oi vey.
So we are extremely thankful for what we have, for we know that some of our friends and other people are going through really tough times. We know that the floor will be sorted sooner or later and we have teams of medics who take such good care of her and keep her stable and my 'clothes' will grow back as long.. as I don't nibble them.
There you have it folks.. our first post of the eleventh month written on the eleventh day.
GeeGee Parrot.
November 11, 2016.
Brian, the gas checking man, came last Monday to look at the boiler, this got the all clear but the gas cooker didn't! It failed and so she was warned not to use the front right hand burner and Brian said he would come today to install a new one.
She went out to see friends on Wednesday, it was chucking it down with rain and cold so I declined the invitation to join her on this jaunt and stayed behind and I was mighty glad I did for she came home whinging about the bitterness of the wind.
As I do not have many underclothes on yet, they're coming through but slowly, I am fussy about my jaunts and I certainly don't want to go out to the plots until next year as the thought of being in a cage in little shed does not fill me with glee!
One of the numpties came again today to see if any clue could be uncovered as to why the 'flippin' floor' is still wet. Then the old cooker was dis-connected from the gas and it was two-manhandled out of the flat and the new one put in. It's tiny! Oh dear, she said many rude words! The grill, which she never uses, is placed between the oven and the gas rings, this means that the oven is just minute!
This goes someway to explain why level of chaos and stress in our home is still at Everest heights!
As she explained to a friend' who was unwise enough to say "what exactly is happening?", she was told.. "everything is out of the bathroom and in the bedroom, therefore, things that should be in the bedroom are in the sitting room, into which I haven't been for almost four months. I sit on either the kitchen sink or the bed.. life is 'strange' to put it politely".
And in case she wasn't sad or unhappy enough, she then received the dreadful news from an old dear friend that her equally dear husband died last Friday.. oi vey.
So we are extremely thankful for what we have, for we know that some of our friends and other people are going through really tough times. We know that the floor will be sorted sooner or later and we have teams of medics who take such good care of her and keep her stable and my 'clothes' will grow back as long.. as I don't nibble them.
There you have it folks.. our first post of the eleventh month written on the eleventh day.
GeeGee Parrot.
November 11, 2016.
It's sad days over here!
ReplyDeleteThere have been YEARS of sadness for those whose careers / jobs etc don't exist any longer 'cos the companies were closed and the manufacturing and work was moved overseas. Where is the American garment industry? Decimated. Your motor industry? Decimated. We, too, are guilty of selling off our pearls, Todd & Duncan, makers of the finest Scottish Cashmere has been sold to a Chinese corporation..
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