What a difference a day makes. The pressures on now as the builders want to be off site by the end of the week so it's all hands on deck. Never seen so many trades being plied inside - and outside - one place! The electricians are switched on to interior and exterior lighting. We've bought different light fittings for some of our rooms, which resulted in a bizarre conversation with the sparks over the bathroom lights:
"Zone 1 or Zone 3?" asked Sparky (not too clearly).
"Eh?"
"Zone 1 or Zone 3?" more sharply but still not very clear (speech impediment...)
"Erm, Ikea."
"Doesn't say in the instructions. How am I supposed to know what it's for." (serious ear strain by now)
"Well because, like I said, it's for the bathroom, we bought it for the bathroom, it was in the bathroom section and it says Bathroom Light on the box. And it's Swedish, if that helps. Is it no good?"
"Depends how high the ceiling is."
Now I'm still none the wiser, so just asked him to let me know whether he can use them or not. I'll figure out what to say to Ikea if we need to change them.
The tiler and his mate have been very busy too, working on our kitchen, our en-suite bathroom (which isn't as frenetic as it looks in the photo above) and A Shirl's kitchen floor. They didn't leave until 8.30 tonight, just as we were returning from our emergency vet's appointment.
Yes, Delius has broken his duck and joined his housemates in running up a vet's bill. He was asleep in his favourite place, on the sideboard that's waiting to go into the barn, so I stopped to have a little chat with him, like you do, and realised he wasn't asleep, he couldn't open his eyes. At all. So I rang the vet who said there'd be an £80 call out fee. Now this was confusing as I wasn't calling them out, but call out doesn't mean call out, it means out of hours. Call out, no call out, whatever they call out - still 80 quid. We bundled Delius into the cat basket, got half way there when we saw his eyes wide open. Deciding to press on and support a local vet the poor puss had 2 injections, a thermometer up his bum and dye painted all over his eye balls. With a temperature of 104 he has a virus, needs a return visit tomorrow (kerrrching!) and we have to try and keep him in all night. Never a dull moment here at the funny farm.
Speaking of which, I had my first psychiatrist appointment last night. Two hours on the couch. Well, he had a couch but I sat on a chair. Not sure if it will do any good or not but at £300 an hour (no call out fee) it should hopefully do something..........he's also going to refer me for some occupational therapy and some physiotherapy (on the NHS fortunately) to try and improve the recalcitrant limbs. Basket orders now being taken.....
"Zone 1 or Zone 3?" asked Sparky (not too clearly).
"Eh?"
"Zone 1 or Zone 3?" more sharply but still not very clear (speech impediment...)
"Erm, Ikea."
"Doesn't say in the instructions. How am I supposed to know what it's for." (serious ear strain by now)
"Well because, like I said, it's for the bathroom, we bought it for the bathroom, it was in the bathroom section and it says Bathroom Light on the box. And it's Swedish, if that helps. Is it no good?"
"Depends how high the ceiling is."
Now I'm still none the wiser, so just asked him to let me know whether he can use them or not. I'll figure out what to say to Ikea if we need to change them.
The tiler and his mate have been very busy too, working on our kitchen, our en-suite bathroom (which isn't as frenetic as it looks in the photo above) and A Shirl's kitchen floor. They didn't leave until 8.30 tonight, just as we were returning from our emergency vet's appointment.
Yes, Delius has broken his duck and joined his housemates in running up a vet's bill. He was asleep in his favourite place, on the sideboard that's waiting to go into the barn, so I stopped to have a little chat with him, like you do, and realised he wasn't asleep, he couldn't open his eyes. At all. So I rang the vet who said there'd be an £80 call out fee. Now this was confusing as I wasn't calling them out, but call out doesn't mean call out, it means out of hours. Call out, no call out, whatever they call out - still 80 quid. We bundled Delius into the cat basket, got half way there when we saw his eyes wide open. Deciding to press on and support a local vet the poor puss had 2 injections, a thermometer up his bum and dye painted all over his eye balls. With a temperature of 104 he has a virus, needs a return visit tomorrow (kerrrching!) and we have to try and keep him in all night. Never a dull moment here at the funny farm. Speaking of which, I had my first psychiatrist appointment last night. Two hours on the couch. Well, he had a couch but I sat on a chair. Not sure if it will do any good or not but at £300 an hour (no call out fee) it should hopefully do something..........he's also going to refer me for some occupational therapy and some physiotherapy (on the NHS fortunately) to try and improve the recalcitrant limbs. Basket orders now being taken.....
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Glad you got on with your shrink. These cats can be very peculiar creatures. Ours is twenty next month (and I'm 55). We thought she was a bit constipated today and so I bought her a pound of liver. Mother carried on: "You only need have bought half-a-pound!" So we froze most of it. She's sleeping contentedly under a bush now (Bagpuss).
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