Hello here I am trapped in the living room for the day! We are having a new central heating boiler fitted.. rather exciting actually (we lead a simple life!!). No more will we hear the words 'reduced parts list'! Last night we were preparing the rooms for adequate radiator access.. and unearthed quite a few years' worth of dust in the process!! It was too late in the evening to hoover, but this morning it was my first job. I didn't want to be the reason for the new nextdoor neighbour waking up so early on his day off... so I did try to hoover 'politely'! It doesn't make any difference of course, the level of noise is the same.
Also this afternoon we have someone coming to discuss the new backdoor. I have to remember to say that we want the blind to fit over the glass area, and there was something about the alarm cable... I'll have to check with Hubby when he rings at lunchtime. Hubby, who has choreographed this manic day and jogged on to work. Well not actually jogged, but you understand my nuance?! I don't really mind of course, these things have long been topics on the 'to-do' list. And he promised a Chinese food feast for our evening meal, so all is good!
omg, the inner panic that I may have left a stray item of underclothing on the bed.. the guy has gone venturing around the house to check the aforementioned radiators. I know I haven't.. left anything I mean, but you still go all hot don't you??
Dan and Suzie have been very accommodating... tidying their stuff and getting up early. They are tapping away on their laptops. I put the fire on early to hopefully keep the room heated when the gas has to go off. Suzie makes me smile - the heating has only been off for a short while now, and she has been racing through the hallway to get back to the living room, saying it's cold! When I was her age, my house had no central heating at all, no double glazing and some winters there was snow on the sill inside the window! Ah, fun days of huddling round the fire. Teenage times of feeling slightly annoyed at my Nan who always had to sit in that same armchair.. you know the one nearest to the fire.. and nights of writing my diary with the tassles on the bookmark flapping about in the luke warm breeze from the little blow heater on the floor.
I used to love keeping diaries, I did it for about 10 years. Many times I have tried to recapture that degree of memory recording, but since being married and having children, I have found it really difficult to do. I don't mean time-wise.. I have had the time - it's just I found it difficult to find myself at one 'entity' from which to write. Does that make any sense at all? You know, did I write as a wife? a mother? a daughter? If I didn't write reams about how much I loved everyone I felt guilty, so then I didn't really write about me, how I was feeling.. and if I did.. what if my family read it after I had passed away... did they really want to read that I had felt low that day, or cross that afternoon.. I just couldn't seem to get to the right place to write from.
It seems that at last I have found a comfy place. Writing into the ether here on my blog!
Anyway, more writing...
Although I had voiced my reservations and concerns, I am sad for Dan that his relationship has ended. He did so well on Sunday to come for the walk with us. I remember vividly what it is like (Hubby and I had a couple of trial runs together, before staying together for keeps). I feel bad about insisting he be home a certain time after seeing her, whilst not really appreciating how far it actually was for him to walk. Bless him, he had run so hard one evening - to get home on time - that he hadn't noticed he had caught his hand on a bramble and it was bleeding quite badly. I felt like I had literally dragged him. At least from then on we picked him up in the car. I am kind of missing the tense but refreshing feeling that he was out and about, doing stuff. I'm sure he will be again before long...
Apparently the gas is going off so the fire has to go out for a while.
And Suzie, I keep a close eye on her. She quietly gets on with the fact that sometimes she needs to use cream when the weather makes her skin dry. I know she gets fed up about it. She has a range of creams placed neatly in a pretty pot in her room. We have sought help from a couple of doctors to find a simple moisturiser that doesn't make things worse. But she still goes back to the hydrocortisone.. and this bothers me.
Well I've trapsed between boiler bits, tramped over dust sheets and done my hostess bit.. two hot drinks made. Where the heck are the biscuits?? We always have biscuits in the house...!! Oh fab I can hear one of them in the bedroom again...
I'm hoping Humphrey doesn't catch a whiff of Wentzy. Wentzy is Suzie's little hamster.. have I mentioned him before? Such a cutie. So much more handle-able than I imagined a little fellow like him would be. Anyway, Wentzy is usually in the back room, but we didn't want him to be disturbed by the boiler work. I wouldn't want Humphrey to be jealous if he thought we had another hamstery friend in the house. Although he will have sussed that out before now of course, so it's silly to think like that.
Great, the fire can go back on for a while.
Getting a bit hungry actually. My two peeps had breadrolls with crisps for breakfast, and the rolls looked nice.. he's in that bedroom again.. I might have one of those with something. What have I got? We used the tuna yesterday.
Laters...
Having chosen an alternative apron to my "Yummy Mummy" one, and after cleaning the top of the cooker in a freakishly covert and manic manner to avoid last night's overflowed rice water and the few crumpled peas being spotted, it was fried egg sandwiches all round. Well not for the workman, he had his butties. Or he'd clocked the cooker top... !
Well the old boiler is off the wall and the back room is alive with pipes and rods, tubes and strangeness. There is a template on the wall where the new boiler is going. Mucho excitamento.
In my wisdom, after everyone was fed, and to keep myself occupied I decided to paint my nails with one of my new colours. Bad move. I used the polish remover to get the old polish off... and then realised the water had been switched off, so couldn't wash my hands. Not in the sink anyway. I scootled through the back room to get to the kitchen and had to use some cooled water from the kettle.
The man to see about the back door hasn't turned up yet. Hubby's going to be annoyed if he doesn't show!
I was going to send these two peeps for some biscuits but it's started to rain quite heavily.
That was the doorbell, and that was the door man. Seemed to know what we wanted. Remembers sorting out Hubby's parents' backdoor some years ago. He'll email us a quote.
Don't think Humphrey has noticed Wentzy.
He's a happy workman, he's singing.. but not to the song on his radio..
Dan is watching 80's movies on his laptop. St. Elmo's Fire at the moment I think. Whatshisname who went on to be in The West Wing is in it. Hubby adores The West Wing. I kind of like it, but it does seem to be all based around a lot of walking & talking along corridoors. Though I will admit it is highly skillfully co-ordinated walking & talking along corridoors. In fact two of them went on to be in The West Wing didn't they.. him with that awful hair cut, what on earth happened to his hair??
We are obsessed with Glee at the moment. Bit late in the day, but we got here! Yes it's nice family viewing, usually.. and if we can manage it, we watch two episodes. One isn't enough, but two is just a bit too long, so I in particular do get a bit restless.
I'm not sure we'll have any hot water tonight. I think he said we wouldn't.
I've nearly eaten both my Easter eggs now. I think my pyrex bowl is the last one standing. Does anyone else's offspring wield rolling pins to crack their eggs up? Ours do. Quite effective actually.
With my workroom all higgledy piggledy, yet still with a semblance of order, (re radiator access) I am considering changing things around in there. Just not sure in what way. There are some things that I like to have specifically by the window, would it be too radical to move them? Have I reached a perfect peak in furniture arrangement in there, so should I just put it back how it was? Isn't that a bit boring?
When I was in my teens/early 20's I thought that I loved changing my bedroom around. But doing so was tinged with trepidation. I felt something bad would happen. And there was a position in the room that I completely avoided having my bed. I think on one occasion in that position, it was the time we lost our lovely pet dog, and the other time I had it there, my Nan passed away.
Similarly when Dan was much younger, he was off school with a headache. It was a persistent headache and he actually missed the end of term with one of his favourite teachers. Despite a reassuring visit to the Doctor, I was worried. To keep myself busy I decided to re-arrange the back room. I moved the dining table to the other side of the room. It was all a bit squashed over there when we were eating, but that wasn't the reason I moved it back. I kept thinking that I had to move it back to where it was, so that Dan's headache would go. Is everyone like this??!
Anyhoo, I think to rearrange my workroom effectively, an item of furniture would have to go. And I'm not sure which one I could do without. When we redecorate in there properly, we will probably get rid of the fireplace. The chimney is blocked up anyway in there, but the mantelpiece and tiled hearth are still there. It would give me another wall to put something against.
Hubby won't be too long now. At least he can have a chat with the workman, make sure everything is going as it should. I know I have asked him to collect a few bits of shopping, but it shouldn't take him long.
Someone else has arrived, brought a part or something. Workman saying thanks, although he won't be needing it until tomorrow. I wonder how much of tomorrow will be spent trapped in here again?! How much of tomorrow will be spent trapped in these jeans instead of my comfy leggins??!!
I still haven't emailed my penpal in South Korea. I'm going to have to say something about her posting our family Christmas tree (plus wedding photo) on her facebook wall, otherwise I can't move on with her. I know it's silly, but having said that.. everyone I have mentioned it to says they would feel the same as me.
Missing my swimming a bit. I'll get back to it next week. Must text Barbara so she knows I'm not abandoning her just because the offspring are off school, or rather just to confirm that that is exactly what I am doing, but I will be back to our routine very soon! Her Hubby has been on holiday from work anyway, so she has been doing other stuff too.
No message from JJ in a while. Maybe she will come over next week.
Invite received from Fiona, she has met someone whilst working abroad and they are due to marry locally in October. On a Thursday. Bit of a random day, but we'll look forward and be there to wish her well.
There seems to be a gathering of work people in the back room. It is nearly the end of the working day, why are they here now?? My protective mats don't reach all the way down the hall.. I hope their shoes are clean!!
He's singing again.
Sorry, does it appear that I am tweeting.. on my blog.. ? I don't do Twitter. Perhaps I should. I think I'd be quite good at it!!
It's gone quiet...
Suzie is giggling away, with her headphones in. Watching some YouTuber she likes probably..
And is that Hubby or nextdoor's gate? There is a huge similarity in the sound of our gates. Maybe we should hang a bell on ours, to distinguish! Maybe not.
Must be nextdoor. It stopped raining by the way, but it's a bit late to bother sending them for biscuits ...and as I write this it dawns that I should have added hobnobs to Hubby's list. Did I make enough teas do you think?
That is possibly Hubby's car I can hear. Yay, Hubby's home! I hope he's remembered that we're having a Chinese, cause he promised!
Laters...
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