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Nov. 22nd, 2006 01:30 pmIn response to various proddings, I shall update with details of my very exciting life
*flees from Thesme's poking*.
The weekend was a bit hectic and consisted mostly of driving between The Mother's current house and packing/wrapping/taking down curtains and The Mother's New House and cleaning/moving large items of furniture/putting up curtains, then driving back to Belfast to take care of the Livestock in the fucking FREEZING rain and wind, then back down home to repeat as above.
Sunday was a particularly fun day.
Having sat up with Sister, Mother and wine til Too Late Sat. night, was awakened at 7 by Small Nephew, then after shuffling about zombiefied for a bit with tea, went round to New House to clear up the building site left by the Uncle (who, to be fair, was there til 8pm sat. night to finish the new kitchen).
This mostly involved shifting left-over cupboards and random bits of wood to the garage, and the all important Gathering Up of Spare Nails/Screws/Random Bits That Look Like Nothing But Turn Out To Be Vital If You Throw Them Out, all amid an inch thick layer of sawdust. Then brushing most of said sawdust up, cleaning cupboards, wiping work tops, discovering more sawdust settling, wiping work tops again etc.
Also figuring out logistics of moving large new table from livingroom to kitchen through 2 doorways that were a bit too close together, with Sister who is even more challenged in the Spacial Awareness Department than me. That was fun, but we got there in the end. And wiped down the work tops again.
After that, took sawdust-covered self off to the stables where, handily, the copious rain ensured the dust stuck to me, along with mud and shavings from stables and hay. Trying to catch horse while getting rained on and almost blown over by very strong winds was actually quite invigorating and possibly the best part of the day.
Eventually got home, cold, tired, wet and plastered in dust and mud.
Figured Long Hot Bath was the way forward.
Ran bath. Bath not hot enough (woe)
So decided to let some of water out and put immersion on to heat water and traipsed down stairs to do so. While in kitchen, noticed Ominous Dripping Sound. With sinking heart, grabbed bucket from under sink (since it works now) and fled to living room to discover that, once more, the bathroom had decided the best route to release water was through the living room ceiling.
Muttered resignedly and then decided that since it didn't seem a huge leak, and the bath was nearly full anyway, I might as well go have one. That part was very nice, hot, relaxing and dust/mud removing.
Then, eventually, I had to Abandon Bath and let the water out. As I headed back downstairs the Ominous Dripping had been replaced by what sounded more like a Waterfall of Disaster. In the livingroom, thankfully flowing freely into the bucket proved, there is indeed a very pretty Waterful.
As I congratulated myself on Cunning Bucket Placement Technique when I realised there was also a background dripping going on. For quite a few feet back along the ceiling from the waterfall.
Hastily deploy Towels of (hopeful) Water Soakage and even more hastily, check water reaching floor is not seeping towards anything electrical.
Ponder wisdom of phoning plumber on a sunday night, but then waterfall slowly ceases as bath water runs out so decide it's not worth it.
Find small amount of Illegal Substance discovered stashed away while clearing out at home (possibly the brother's, but who knows now?). Collapse on sofa, skin up and adopt very Mature and Grown-up Attitude of Fuck It All Anyway.
Now have number of that most rare thing - a reliable plumber - so am off to phone him and beg for early visit, so I don't stink out entire office by the weekend.
Also, thanks in part to the ever lovely Thesme, I have been humming Christmas Carols for Zombies all morning. So lets all sing along!
( Fa lala lala ARR NOM NOM BRAIIINZ )
*flees from Thesme's poking*.
The weekend was a bit hectic and consisted mostly of driving between The Mother's current house and packing/wrapping/taking down curtains and The Mother's New House and cleaning/moving large items of furniture/putting up curtains, then driving back to Belfast to take care of the Livestock in the fucking FREEZING rain and wind, then back down home to repeat as above.
Sunday was a particularly fun day.
Having sat up with Sister, Mother and wine til Too Late Sat. night, was awakened at 7 by Small Nephew, then after shuffling about zombiefied for a bit with tea, went round to New House to clear up the building site left by the Uncle (who, to be fair, was there til 8pm sat. night to finish the new kitchen).
This mostly involved shifting left-over cupboards and random bits of wood to the garage, and the all important Gathering Up of Spare Nails/Screws/Random Bits That Look Like Nothing But Turn Out To Be Vital If You Throw Them Out, all amid an inch thick layer of sawdust. Then brushing most of said sawdust up, cleaning cupboards, wiping work tops, discovering more sawdust settling, wiping work tops again etc.
Also figuring out logistics of moving large new table from livingroom to kitchen through 2 doorways that were a bit too close together, with Sister who is even more challenged in the Spacial Awareness Department than me. That was fun, but we got there in the end. And wiped down the work tops again.
After that, took sawdust-covered self off to the stables where, handily, the copious rain ensured the dust stuck to me, along with mud and shavings from stables and hay. Trying to catch horse while getting rained on and almost blown over by very strong winds was actually quite invigorating and possibly the best part of the day.
Eventually got home, cold, tired, wet and plastered in dust and mud.
Figured Long Hot Bath was the way forward.
Ran bath. Bath not hot enough (woe)
So decided to let some of water out and put immersion on to heat water and traipsed down stairs to do so. While in kitchen, noticed Ominous Dripping Sound. With sinking heart, grabbed bucket from under sink (since it works now) and fled to living room to discover that, once more, the bathroom had decided the best route to release water was through the living room ceiling.
Muttered resignedly and then decided that since it didn't seem a huge leak, and the bath was nearly full anyway, I might as well go have one. That part was very nice, hot, relaxing and dust/mud removing.
Then, eventually, I had to Abandon Bath and let the water out. As I headed back downstairs the Ominous Dripping had been replaced by what sounded more like a Waterfall of Disaster. In the livingroom, thankfully flowing freely into the bucket proved, there is indeed a very pretty Waterful.
As I congratulated myself on Cunning Bucket Placement Technique when I realised there was also a background dripping going on. For quite a few feet back along the ceiling from the waterfall.
Hastily deploy Towels of (hopeful) Water Soakage and even more hastily, check water reaching floor is not seeping towards anything electrical.
Ponder wisdom of phoning plumber on a sunday night, but then waterfall slowly ceases as bath water runs out so decide it's not worth it.
Find small amount of Illegal Substance discovered stashed away while clearing out at home (possibly the brother's, but who knows now?). Collapse on sofa, skin up and adopt very Mature and Grown-up Attitude of Fuck It All Anyway.
Now have number of that most rare thing - a reliable plumber - so am off to phone him and beg for early visit, so I don't stink out entire office by the weekend.
Also, thanks in part to the ever lovely Thesme, I have been humming Christmas Carols for Zombies all morning. So lets all sing along!
( Fa lala lala ARR NOM NOM BRAIIINZ )
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