I really will have to make sure I wear something with pockets each day so I can carry my phone…not that I feel I need to be connected 24/7 but because I keep missing some really good pics of the Golden One doing what he does best…”nuthin” as our first boy says regularly when he’s most definitely doing “summin”… Ah, just remembered pocket cameras.
He’s been chuffed to bits with himself for being accepted into the inner heart of the home , (the GO, not our first boy, he’s already in the zone, just not in our bubble), and being made to feel extra comfortable because he found a wonderfully large trough size vessel of water lovingly placed in the centre of the front room, obviously like most dog lovers do for their hounds, right? I mean dead centre of the room, perfectly placed for the tv, clearly so he got the best seat in the house before Sarah Beeny and her floppy haired Tooting brood (including Maple the dog and Bogey the cat, the GO loves them both equally), arrive to entertain us later on. Anyway, here’s me thinking the leak had stopped. No. Every time the bowl reaches a rainwater level commensurate with snout height, he drinks it. Saves emptying it I guess…And although the thirst is quenched, It does of course mean we still have a leaky ceiling.
Talking of water , the only reason the GO he has freedom to roam in otherwise daytime banned areas right now is because we’re trying to keep the bathroom fixer man upright by not allowing the GO to assault him with affection every time he emerges to visit his van. So there’s a complex mixture of open and closed doors from the bathroom to the front door, no, not that front door, the other one. He did manage to complete the Crystal Maze a short while ago and disappeared up the garden at breakneck speed with a plumbers ‘tool’ (ouch!) followed by a bathroom fixer, of which there are two today, unknown to the petite one and I until, a short time ago when we thought double vision might be a new ‘symptom’. They were followed by the petite one herself who was also travelling at breakneck speed, probably because her PT by Zoom session got cancelled and she was trying to get rid of the extra calories she’d consumed whilst munching through a Maltesers share pack. Anyway, mission accomplished; plumbers tool saved, bathroom fixer no.1 relieved and petite one 200 calories lighter…phew!
The sun got its hat on at around 3 today and dried up all the rain, what a difference an hour makes, never mind a day. Let’s hope it sticks around to save our ceiling and the contents of our movers’ home tomorrow. Saying goodbye to a happy place is always going to be tinged with a bit of sadness (and that was a pretty special abode), but WooHoo, there’s a garden to look after and a lawn to look forward to mowing, every cloud hey?!
They can’t wait to get in just to settle the sash window debate; has it? Hasn’t it? And will there/won’t there be a trainer room? Yep, a trainer room because when you have that many pairs, there’s no way a mere shoe rail or even cupboard will suffice: that amount needs library status with cataloguing and colour coordinating… I’m feeling worried for that pretty summerhouse at bottom of garden that our ‘mum to be’ had her eye on for a reading room…guess she could become librarian?
Pre-schoolers are trampolining and schoolers are schooling today (strangely, they weren’t keen on the idea of uniform to keep them focussed). Fairies are collecting teeth (hopefully), and new routines for new year beginnings are taking root. Presumably loungewear including dressing gown and fur slippers is the new ‘workwear’ range on ASOS which probably means when we can venture out out again in 2021 we’ll all be suited, booted and diamanted up to our eyeballs.
Our Disney Princesses will still be Princesses and our Artful Dodger, I’m sure will still be dodging;….. “nuthin”…
Wonder which brigade our newbie will be part of?
There’s a certain little ginger vixen (yep, there’s another one!) who will be desperate to teach the newbie all she knows and she already knows a lot… worrying.
Have you seen my Crocs? 