I hope you get your parcel, in good order, soon, @Piglet.
Sadly not. I got a parcel, but all it contained was a couple of bolts for the headboard (which I already have) and the nuts to secure them (which I didn't).
Any more casters? Not bloody likely!
I have emailed them (VERY politely, and resisting the temptation to SHOUT IN ALL CAPITALS) to ask if they could kindly give me a possible date of when the remaining four casters might arrive. I almost wept when I got home, I was so frustrated and upset.
F****** b***** h*** - this really is getting ridiculous (sorry about sweary words, even when hidden by asterisks). Where's Esther Rantzen and That's Life when you need them???
Today being National Fish & Chips Day (really!), and also Friday, F&C has been consumed, and very nice it was too - the Golden Chip excelled themselves. And I had a nice chat with a friend (actually my boss's sister) while I was waiting.
I like living somewhere where you meet people you know in the chippy.
I've just realised I didn't post the above yesterday (I was so cross about the parcel I forgot to hit "post").
Today hasn't been much better: we had a complete shambles of a choir practice (bloody choruses we'd never heard before), so we decamped to the cafe next door for brunch (which was very nice).
I had a nice wee stroll round the Artisans' Market though, and bought a STEAK for supper.
Grey with intermittent light rain here.
I had a lie this morning and then managed to get a walk in between showers of rain. After lunch (pork chop, fried peppers, creamy mushrooms) we popped to the garden centre where I bought a deep yellow double flowered coreopsis and a orangey red geranium to go with my yellow and orange patio pants. I’ve potted them up and watered the patio plants and main bed, which were bone dry as they are quite sheltered.
I read as far as "Today being ....Friday" and panicked. Checked my google calendar, checked my phone, googled "what day is today?" and only then read the rest of the post, and realised you'd written it yesterday.
Very wet here. I have been been redding out both shower room and bathroom, with the contents of the cupboards in both arrayed over the living room floor. I have convinced myself that I DO NOT NEED the current M&S summer beauty bag.
I do however need more sunscreen as my current bottle was dated 2021 and I've chucked it. This says it all about the amount of sun I've had in the past four years.
Cloudy and windy again in Arkland the Apprehensive - we are, apparently, *set* to be ravaged by Thundery Strums this afternoon - but there is at least an occasional gleam of Sun Shine.
Some interesting Work has begun on an Ark which moved into Our Creek only a few months ago. It's just been sold, and the new owner is carrying out what I suspect will be a major restoration. The vessel is an old Dutch river/canal Tug, much in need of paint and general TLC, though sound in wind and limb. Not really suitable as a permanent live-aboard, but ideal as a pied a terre or weekend retreat.
Eh? The only Ark I can think of that could be described as a pied a terre was surely Noah's, but only after he ran it aground on Mount Ararat.
I've just seen (and heard) the Linlithgow Reed Band go past, and felt sorry for them, as it was absolutely pishing at the time; it seems to have eased off a bit now, but is probably just limbering up for the next shower.
We're quite often treated to a tune on Saturdays at this time of year; they'll be getting geared up for Marches Day, which is a week on Tuesday.
Back from our brief trip to Verona which was very nice, specially drinking spritzes at lunchtime while watching the world go by.
We went to a party tonight, where someone brought along their harp. Unlike Gracie Fields he did get to play it and very nice it was too.
Talk about not knowing what day it is, I had actually to get out my phone in M&S to check whether it was Friday or Saturday (and hence whether I was buying a joint for tonight or tomorrow).
Said pork belly roast was a bit disappointing - it's a meat I think only works really well in Chinese style (Red Braised - mmmm). Tonight will be something Asiatic with trout.
Before that, must get into the garden and plant out the bedding I got on Thursday. At least it's been regularly rained on.
Church has been attended (mostly dreadful hymns - see Eccles), and laundry is laundering. I'll have a spot of brunch shortly (poached eggs, smoked salmon and toasted roll).
Depending on energy levels, I might amble down to Tessie's and top up the larder and wine rack.
As I still have salads in the fridge from last week, that'll have to be supper.
I was reading at church today. As I arrived someone pointed out that the Sequence wasn't on the printed service sheet so could I check with the priest as to whether he wanted it or not. Before I did that I checked with the choir if they were singing the responses to the psalm. Yes they were, so great. I then trotted off to find the priest who wanted the Sequence sung. Well not by me he wasn't as I can't sing. Headed back to check with the choir, who said they hadn't prepared that. Back to the priest, who said OK read it. All well and good. Then came the reading itself. I was two sentences into the reading as printed on the service sheet when the priest stopped me as he wanted the other one. I hadn't prepared that, and I well and truly mangled St Paul's syntax. Who thought doing a bit of reading could be so stressful. I too wasn't at all sure about the hymns. We ended with Shine Jesus Shine for instance.
I misread the times of services ( we are in interregnum, so things change ) so managed to miss the one service of Communion in the group.
This afternoon I spotted that a small consort of singers I follow was singing Evensong in a rural church over the Diocesan border, so I went and enjoyed the music- more than can be said for the ‘sermon’ - see Ecclesiantics.
Shipmates, I am looking for vacuum cleaner recommendations. I currently have an upright Hoover type, and it's fine on hard surfaces but it is no longer actually picking up anything (much) from the carpets. It is far more effective to scrape my feet along the surface of the carpet and aggregate the hair then pick it up than to expect the hoover to do so! I have de-haired it regularly, so it's not a case of hair stuck round the rollers.
I have medium length hair - a wee bit below the collar and enough to go in a ponytail, but not that long. However, it doesn't half shed.
So I'm thinking I probably need to replace it (the hoover I mean). And it needs to be something that will deal with hair effectively! Any thoughts?
Shipmates, I am looking for vacuum cleaner recommendations. I currently have an upright Hoover type, and it's fine on hard surfaces but it is no longer actually picking up anything (much) from the carpets. It is far more effective to scrape my feet along the surface of the carpet and aggregate the hair then pick it up than to expect the hoover to do so! I have de-haired it regularly, so it's not a case of hair stuck round the rollers.
I have medium length hair - a wee bit below the collar and enough to go in a ponytail, but not that long. However, it doesn't half shed.
So I'm thinking I probably need to replace it (the hoover I mean). And it needs to be something that will deal with hair effectively! Any thoughts?
I'm a miele fan fwiw
The dear departed mother in law had a Dyson it was horrible imnsho
We have a miele that belonged to my mother and has been going strong for the last fifteen years or so. My husband is the vacuumer in our household and he seem to think it is pretty good.
We have a Roomba (Bob2). The great thing about Roombas is that they don't get bored, so he keeps hoovering on long after I would have quit.
He does need to be emptied more frequently than an upright with a larger dust-holder, and you need to have a fairly clear floor, no trailing wires, but I love my Roomba.
Set Bob2 off and he just keeps going until he is out of charge, or until he's managed to trap himself somewhere.
I had to give up my Roomba because of all the bending and lifting it involved. And I didn't like the way it talked to me, so I left it uncharged most of the time.
We have a cordless Dyson but quite an old one which means the battery life is not great. It can do about 20 minutes, depending on which room(s) I'm doing. If it's our bedroom it's less - I have long hair which makes for a lot of carpet-vacuuming. It limits the amount I can do at a time but this is seldom a problem ("Naturally I'd love to do more housework but the vacuum's out of charge...").
I like the idea of those robotic lawnmowers (a kind of outdoor Roomba) and have been to a couple of places that have one. I always feel I need to keep out of its way and apologise to it for invading its privacy. Was your Roomba rude to you, @cgichard ?
We have had our Roomba for about a decade and it is called Fluffles (when we got it we asked our youngest son what he would call a pet dog and we then gave the name to the Roomba). We used to keep it in the lounge but since Mr Heavenly started using that as a second office during lockdown it is a bit cluttered so we moved the Roomba upstairs so it can have free run there instead. It is probably better in lightly used rooms anyway.
Our old Dyson was terrible and we replaced it with a Bosch cordless for downstairs and it is fabulous. If our house was bigger I would get a Henry, though. Used in hotels and care homes because it is so good (I worked in a care home as a teenager so did a lot of hoovering).
I like the idea of a Roomba, but the floor space in the Ark is limited, and not free from obstacles - the poor thing would be for ever getting himself trapped. Dustpan & Brush and a small hand-held hoover are all that I need.
A dry, often cloudy, day in Arkland the Sultry, but warmer than of late. Tess Coe has been visited, because Monday, and COD n'CHIPS are baking in the Remoska, because eat-by date.
Pilates tomorrow, all being well, and possibly some Paint Ing later in the week, as the weather forecast is Not Too Bad.
I, too, hope that The Saga Of The Porcine Bed soon reaches a satisfactory conclusion. Are you using the bed in the meantime @Piglet?
Henry!
Darllenwr was preaching at our other church family yesterday morning and challenged us to share the gospel.. We had a ministry area Pentecost Praise service in the afternoon which included a dove being released and a fire being lit.
Aren't Hettie's a bit smaller and presumably lighter? They , or at least Henrys, do seem the go-to vacuum cleaners for all the places I've worked.
It's Monday so I headed out early for my Pilates class. The rest of the day has been mainly devoted to laziness and trying not to have an afternoon nap. Tonight I have a zoom book meeting, but after that I'm thinking of an early night as I have a book I'm enjoying to read.
Aren't Hettie's a bit smaller and presumably lighter?
I thought they were just a different colour but, looking at the website, they do seem to be a bit lighter. There is, I see, a "Henry Pet" which is designed to attack hair more than the basic version.
In other news, I've mowed and edged the lawn, which very badly needed taming!
I have a Heinrich (aka Kärcher) and A Chap who comes once a month to drive it. I also have a roomba, but I found prepping a room (lifting dining room chairs, looping up cables, taking up Persian rug etc) a faff, plus it needed a lot of emptying.
I also a small cordless one for any stray crumbs in the intervals of The Chap.
Henry. Definitely Henry. We have been married for 33 years and are still on our second one which is technically a Hettie.
I quite fancied getting a Hetty - not least because that was my mum's name! But they were quite expensive, and also seemed quite bulky, and space is at a premium chez Piglet.
Re: porcine bed: no it bloody isn't. I have enough bolts to make a Frankenstein's Monster, but still only 4 casters, and not even a "failed to deliver" card this afternoon. I tried ringing the number on the email when I got home from work but, surprise, surprise, they only operate office hours ... just like me. I'll try and give them a call tomorrow at lunchtime if I'm not too busy. I've emailed them again, but I'm not holding out any hope of them even acknowledging it, let alone telling me when I might expect to get the bloody things.
No - I can't use it; the base of it is in two halves, which I don't know how to put together, and even if I did, it probably wouldn't sit right, as it would be flat to the floor. I suppose I could try and lay the mattress on the floor, but honestly, if I lay down on it, I'm not sure I'd ever get up ... Anyway, with the base bits standing upright in the bedroom, there probably wouldn't be space for the mattress on the floor.
Got rather wet coming home - it was pissing down, and I borrowed one of the office's spare brollies, but it wasn't very co-operative when it came to pressing the "open/close" button ...
Fish cakes and garlicky, lemony green veggies for supper.
@Piglet I think the time has come to make some kind of formal complaint and/or ask for your money back. You paid good money for a bed in which you could sleep, and they have failed to provide you with one.
Today is a very sad day in the Beaky household.
19 years ago this month in his final days my Dad gave me his lovely red Golf. She is 27 years old with only 150k on the clock but has just reached the point of not being economically viable to get through the MOT.
However, Husband Beaky is thrilled as the day of needing to shell out of our savings to buy a newer car has once more been deferred.
Our lovely and very trustworthy mechanic knew of another elderly Golf (serviced by him throughout) in much better condition and the owner was asking the same price as repairs to ours would have cost.
It won't last forever but will "do a turn" as my mother in law used to say!
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Any more casters? Not bloody likely!
I have emailed them (VERY politely, and resisting the temptation to SHOUT IN ALL CAPITALS) to ask if they could kindly give me a possible date of when the remaining four casters might arrive. I almost wept when I got home, I was so frustrated and upset.
F****** b***** h*** - this really is getting ridiculous (sorry about sweary words, even when hidden by asterisks). Where's Esther Rantzen and That's Life when you need them???
Today being National Fish & Chips Day (really!), and also Friday, F&C has been consumed, and very nice it was too - the Golden Chip excelled themselves. And I had a nice chat with a friend (actually my boss's sister) while I was waiting.
I like living somewhere where you meet people you know in the chippy.
I've just realised I didn't post the above yesterday (I was so cross about the parcel I forgot to hit "post").
Today hasn't been much better: we had a complete shambles of a choir practice (bloody choruses we'd never heard before), so we decamped to the cafe next door for brunch (which was very nice).
I had a nice wee stroll round the Artisans' Market though, and bought a STEAK for supper.
Weather intermittently moist.
I had a lie this morning and then managed to get a walk in between showers of rain. After lunch (pork chop, fried peppers, creamy mushrooms) we popped to the garden centre where I bought a deep yellow double flowered coreopsis and a orangey red geranium to go with my yellow and orange patio pants. I’ve potted them up and watered the patio plants and main bed, which were bone dry as they are quite sheltered.
Very wet here. I have been been redding out both shower room and bathroom, with the contents of the cupboards in both arrayed over the living room floor. I have convinced myself that I DO NOT NEED the current M&S summer beauty bag.
I do however need more sunscreen as my current bottle was dated 2021 and I've chucked it. This says it all about the amount of sun I've had in the past four years.
Eh? The only Ark I can think of that could be described as a pied a terre was surely Noah's, but only after he ran it aground on Mount Ararat.
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I've just seen (and heard) the Linlithgow Reed Band go past, and felt sorry for them, as it was absolutely pishing at the time; it seems to have eased off a bit now, but is probably just limbering up for the next shower.
We're quite often treated to a tune on Saturdays at this time of year; they'll be getting geared up for Marches Day, which is a week on Tuesday.
We went to a party tonight, where someone brought along their harp. Unlike Gracie Fields he did get to play it and very nice it was too.
Said pork belly roast was a bit disappointing - it's a meat I think only works really well in Chinese style (Red Braised - mmmm). Tonight will be something Asiatic with trout.
Before that, must get into the garden and plant out the bedding I got on Thursday. At least it's been regularly rained on.
Depending on energy levels, I might amble down to Tessie's and top up the larder and wine rack.
As I still have salads in the fridge from last week, that'll have to be supper.
The fault clearly lies with the priest, who ISTM needs to get his act together.
This afternoon I spotted that a small consort of singers I follow was singing Evensong in a rural church over the Diocesan border, so I went and enjoyed the music- more than can be said for the ‘sermon’ - see Ecclesiantics.
I have medium length hair - a wee bit below the collar and enough to go in a ponytail, but not that long. However, it doesn't half shed.
So I'm thinking I probably need to replace it (the hoover I mean). And it needs to be something that will deal with hair effectively! Any thoughts?
I'm a miele fan fwiw
The dear departed mother in law had a Dyson it was horrible imnsho
As you all know, housework is not my forte, and hooverage happens but rarely ... 🙃
He does need to be emptied more frequently than an upright with a larger dust-holder, and you need to have a fairly clear floor, no trailing wires, but I love my Roomba.
Set Bob2 off and he just keeps going until he is out of charge, or until he's managed to trap himself somewhere.
I like the idea of those robotic lawnmowers (a kind of outdoor Roomba) and have been to a couple of places that have one. I always feel I need to keep out of its way and apologise to it for invading its privacy. Was your Roomba rude to you, @cgichard ?
Overcast and grey here today.
Our old Dyson was terrible and we replaced it with a Bosch cordless for downstairs and it is fabulous. If our house was bigger I would get a Henry, though. Used in hotels and care homes because it is so good (I worked in a care home as a teenager so did a lot of hoovering).
I meant to say @Piglet that I hope The Bed Issue is resolved very soon.
A dry, often cloudy, day in Arkland the Sultry, but warmer than of late. Tess Coe has been visited, because Monday, and COD n'CHIPS are baking in the Remoska, because eat-by date.
Pilates tomorrow, all being well, and possibly some Paint Ing later in the week, as the weather forecast is Not Too Bad.
I, too, hope that The Saga Of The Porcine Bed soon reaches a satisfactory conclusion. Are you using the bed in the meantime @Piglet?
Darllenwr was preaching at our other church family yesterday morning and challenged us to share the gospel.. We had a ministry area Pentecost Praise service in the afternoon which included a dove being released and a fire being lit.
It's Monday so I headed out early for my Pilates class. The rest of the day has been mainly devoted to laziness and trying not to have an afternoon nap. Tonight I have a zoom book meeting, but after that I'm thinking of an early night as I have a book I'm enjoying to read.
In other news, I've mowed and edged the lawn, which very badly needed taming!
I also a small cordless one for any stray crumbs in the intervals of The Chap.
And he keeps them pearly white...
I quite fancied getting a Hetty - not least because that was my mum's name!
Re: porcine bed: no it bloody isn't. I have enough bolts to make a Frankenstein's Monster, but still only 4 casters, and not even a "failed to deliver" card this afternoon. I tried ringing the number on the email when I got home from work but, surprise, surprise, they only operate office hours ... just like me. I'll try and give them a call tomorrow at lunchtime if I'm not too busy. I've emailed them again, but I'm not holding out any hope of them even acknowledging it, let alone telling me when I might expect to get the bloody things.
No - I can't use it; the base of it is in two halves, which I don't know how to put together, and even if I did, it probably wouldn't sit right, as it would be flat to the floor. I suppose I could try and lay the mattress on the floor, but honestly, if I lay down on it, I'm not sure I'd ever get up ...
Got rather wet coming home - it was pissing down, and I borrowed one of the office's spare brollies, but it wasn't very co-operative when it came to pressing the "open/close" button ...
Fish cakes and garlicky, lemony green veggies for supper.
19 years ago this month in his final days my Dad gave me his lovely red Golf. She is 27 years old with only 150k on the clock but has just reached the point of not being economically viable to get through the MOT.
However, Husband Beaky is thrilled as the day of needing to shell out of our savings to buy a newer car has once more been deferred.
Our lovely and very trustworthy mechanic knew of another elderly Golf (serviced by him throughout) in much better condition and the owner was asking the same price as repairs to ours would have cost.
It won't last forever but will "do a turn" as my mother in law used to say!