B.C.B.F.L.B x
Tuesday, 27 June 2017
Well, We Didn't Blow Up...
The final check on our cellar took place at 23:45, then - at last - we crawled into bed.
There is now a deep hole dug into the pavement between our house and next door's, and the gas leak is contained - temporarily; they are due to come back to fix it and fill back in the hole later - and other than getting two hours less sleep than expected, all is well.
...Which is good.
I mean, given the choice of the two - get 7 hours of sleep instead of 9, or potentially BLOW UP - obviously, the former is better.
Anyway, that's that.
Today, I am going on a trip on t'Valley with the Grandpapa.
Pictures (hopefully) to follow.
B.C.B.F.L.B x
There is now a deep hole dug into the pavement between our house and next door's, and the gas leak is contained - temporarily; they are due to come back to fix it and fill back in the hole later - and other than getting two hours less sleep than expected, all is well.
...Which is good.
I mean, given the choice of the two - get 7 hours of sleep instead of 9, or potentially BLOW UP - obviously, the former is better.
Anyway, that's that.
Today, I am going on a trip on t'Valley with the Grandpapa.
Pictures (hopefully) to follow.
B.C.B.F.L.B x
Monday, 26 June 2017
UPDATE:
It is outside the house. Directly outside.
(...WHY does everything in this road seem to happen outside our house...?)
Anyhoot. The National Grid People have finally turned up, and started work. There is apparently a "little bit of drilling" to be done (joy!).
There is also a pressing need to make periodic trips into our cellar to check that the negative readings are still negative (joy again!).
It is 21:24.
Lord alone knows when it'll be finished.
Which sucks.
I mean, I know it's necessary. Gas isn't something to be toyed with. It needs to be taken seriously. It needs to be dealt with properly.
It's just...this has been going on now since 16:30, it is now 21:32, no end is in sight, and we can't go to bed because the National Grid People need access to our bloody cellar.
So, it sucks.
=SIGHS=
B.C.B.F.L.B x
(...WHY does everything in this road seem to happen outside our house...?)
Anyhoot. The National Grid People have finally turned up, and started work. There is apparently a "little bit of drilling" to be done (joy!).
There is also a pressing need to make periodic trips into our cellar to check that the negative readings are still negative (joy again!).
It is 21:24.
Lord alone knows when it'll be finished.
Which sucks.
I mean, I know it's necessary. Gas isn't something to be toyed with. It needs to be taken seriously. It needs to be dealt with properly.
It's just...this has been going on now since 16:30, it is now 21:32, no end is in sight, and we can't go to bed because the National Grid People need access to our bloody cellar.
So, it sucks.
=SIGHS=
B.C.B.F.L.B x
Either We Have A Gas Leak...
...or a pipe directly in front of the house does.
There are men currently sweeping t'house to ascertain which it is.
Watch this space...
B.C.B.F.L.B x
There are men currently sweeping t'house to ascertain which it is.
Watch this space...
B.C.B.F.L.B x
Tuesday, 13 June 2017
Things That Have Made Me Smile Over The Past Week Or So:
* A child saying the phrase: "But mom; I'm not a miniature spider!"
- No. We didn't understand it, either.
* My first performance at Spoken Word.
- I was second on stage, read out three poems, and did pretty darn well, if I don't say so myself.
* A tot in a pushchair, gripping the toes of his little feet with both hands whilst doing this: "wheeeee! =hiccup!= wheeeee! =hiccup!= wheeeee =hiccup="
* The following announcement over the speakers at The Store, made in an effort to encourage the staff into attending the daily briefing that everybody avoids as often as possible:
"this is a staff announcement: can all available members of staff please come to the showroom desk for morning briefing. ... =pause=... There is cake. Thank you."
* The following snippet of conversation overheard as I passed by a man talking into his phone:
"...look, I'm sorry to go on about it, love, but I'm still not clear as to how the hell you managed to BLOW UP A TIRE travelling at 10 miles an hour..."
...and, last but not least...
* Pictures like this:
- No. We didn't understand it, either.
* My first performance at Spoken Word.
- I was second on stage, read out three poems, and did pretty darn well, if I don't say so myself.
* A tot in a pushchair, gripping the toes of his little feet with both hands whilst doing this: "wheeeee! =hiccup!= wheeeee! =hiccup!= wheeeee =hiccup="
* The following announcement over the speakers at The Store, made in an effort to encourage the staff into attending the daily briefing that everybody avoids as often as possible:
"this is a staff announcement: can all available members of staff please come to the showroom desk for morning briefing. ... =pause=... There is cake. Thank you."
* The following snippet of conversation overheard as I passed by a man talking into his phone:
"...look, I'm sorry to go on about it, love, but I'm still not clear as to how the hell you managed to BLOW UP A TIRE travelling at 10 miles an hour..."
...and, last but not least...
* Pictures like this:
...I wonder if I can take a picture of myself taking a picture...
"Okay. 1...2...3... Think!"
"Okay. Now, 1...2...3...Pout!"
"That's it, baby! Work it!"
"Biscuit? Where?"
Thank you.
That is all.
B.C.B.F.L.B x
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