Saturday 6 December 2008

Just so you don't think life's going swimmingly now..


A quick update.


Have I mentioned the new bathroom? That went quite well except for taking about three weeks longer than expected (one week) but as I had grown accustomed to being showerless during the summer I didn't fret too much. Even when it was "finished" there were odd traumas like thinking the cat had weed in there then realising there was a drip from up near the ceiling. I called the plumber and he came right back. We asked the neighbours if they had been doing something in their bathroom upstairs and they said no, but who knocked the hole into their staircase wall. Ooops, my electrician apparently. I'd seen a strange hole on my side (say nothing) but never imagined it went right through. Anyway, the leak was due to the old piping being put under strain - so the plumber fixed that temporarily and went home. An hour later that bloody cat had weed again at the other side of the bathroom. But no, it was a pipe near the sink leaking this time, and quite fast too. Back came the plumber. I was in my nightwear by this time but he wasn't as afraid as I had expected people would be at seeing me in my nightwear (the ultimate burglar deterrent, I'd always imagined). Fixed that.


More recently the car battery, new last winter, died again.


The temporary rail on which I hang my non-scary underwear in the bathroom fell on my head and hurt a lot.


I'm sure there's more bad luck, I just can't think of it.


I've joined a knitting group, they meet weekly and I go occasionally because it's at a funny time, 5.30, when most people including me are finishing work and heading home. It's kind of sleazy, in the back room of the pub - as if we are doing something dodgy like in the Victorian opium dens. The cats enjoy their free Wednesday evenings: last week they tried to get everything ready in advance for me, see the photo. A friend has commented that my frayed curtain gives away the fact that cats live here. I confess to the world, I never hemmed it. Whoever looks at the bottom of a curtain?
More of my exciting life soon .... ooooh the Christmas Message cometh!