Two things occurred to me when I was writing yesterday’s post, which were nothing-at-all to do with plumbing. The first was about Penguins and the second was about cats. Let me explain…. Continue reading
So, to continue with the Amazing Adventures of Plumber Man…..
Undoubtedly, one of his favourite Things To Do is to make holes through walls. The hole for the sink drainage was a relatively simple matter because it was through the outside wall of the seventies extension to the main house, which, being ‘new’ in construction terms, has walls of humanly comprehensible proportions. The old wall at the front of the house above the cellar (where our much longed-for outside tap was intended to reside) is, by contrast, Very Thick Indeed. Much thicker in fact than the length of any of Plumber Man’s drill bits. Which of course meant he thought he would either have to a) drill into the wall from inside the cellar, and then do some Very Careful Measuring to locate the exact same spot on the outside of the wall, from whence to drill from the opposite direction, hopeful of meeting up with hole number one; or b) excavate a pit in the wall, so as to make the remaining structure thin enough for his drill to fit through. Continue reading
Well, clearly I underestimated the super powers of Plumber Man. Not only can he walk through solid rock (armed only with a pick axe) and create holes where no holes have ever gone before, he can also alter the Flow of Time. Despite my pessimistic predictions to the contrary, the kitchen sink was indeed available for use when the time came to do the post-dinner washing up.
Admittedly the whole Piping Project wasn’t entirely complete. Plumber Man has one weakness that his evil enemies could exploit to Bring Him Down if they knew about it. He has a genetic mutation that makes him lose his memory whenever he enters the special and sacred place known hereabouts as ‘Bricodepot’. Consequently, as the project neared its end, he discovered that he was missing the final piece that would have completed the Piping Puzzle and opened the door to Soakaway Nirvana. Continue reading
Other Chicken is dead.
This leaves only Naughty Chicken from the original four that kicked off our Happy Hen-Owning Days back in 2008. Big Chicken and Pretty Chicken disappeared at the end of August last year, and Naughty Chicken surprised us by making a full recovery from a mysterious illness around the same time. But until today, Other Chicken has done very little of note. When we named them, nothing specific sprang to mind as an appropriate description for her, and after being called the Other Chicken for a while, it sort of stuck. But despite her ordinariness, Other Chicken found her unexceptional way into our absurdly soft hearts, and she will be sadly missed. Continue reading
As I sit here in the warm-and-comfy writing this post, Simon is outside in the cool-and-muddy drilling the other side of a Very Big Hole through our kitchen wall. Eager to refute my earlier (apparently unfounded) inference that he is an inveterate Putter-Offer of Things that Need To Be Done, he is forging ahead with his plumbing endeavours, and, having already fixed the kitchen tap, he is now engaged in the grand project of re-routing our kitchen sink drainage into a newly constructed soak-away at the back of the house. He assures me that the kitchen sink will only be out of action for a few hours, and that it will be back in service in time for me to do the washing up after our evening meal. Deep Joy. Continue reading
Since I am evidently in the mood for a bit of blog-posting, I thought I could take the opportunity to update those of you who might inexplicably give a damn on the current situation with regard to The Penguin.
I have, unsurprisingly, failed to Let Go and Move On, and in one of my recent and increasingly rare telephone conversations with my oh-so-busy daughter, I managed to get an OCD-driven word in edgeways, and enquire into the whereabouts of The Significant Chocolate Bar. Continue reading
