Tuesday, February 06, 2007
TODAY
The plumber's verdict is that the leak is coming from my bathroom. Better still, he can't find it, so we will need to get in the leak diagnostic team - 2 to 6 weeks wait and about $500 for the service. "When we find out where the leak is," he cheerfully imparts, "we will have to basically destroy your bathroom to fix it." KABOOM!
... and my watch stopped today as well.
The fridge however seems a shade cooler than it was and the TV started working again.
I think many of these problems are caused by high humidity (90%+) and well, the other one seems to be water-based as well.
Don't think I'll be taking any sea journeys in the near future.
By the way, those big photos further down the blog are stopping my links from displaying, if you want to see them, just click on comments and they'll display.
... and my watch stopped today as well.
The fridge however seems a shade cooler than it was and the TV started working again.
I think many of these problems are caused by high humidity (90%+) and well, the other one seems to be water-based as well.
Don't think I'll be taking any sea journeys in the near future.
By the way, those big photos further down the blog are stopping my links from displaying, if you want to see them, just click on comments and they'll display.
Labels: diary
Monday, February 05, 2007
A funny story
Hello blogger friends,
Here's a true story that I thought was quite funny. Hope it amuses you.
I was feeling pretty shit after a bad week at work and the weekend not much of an improvement, so decided to do a little chore I'd been putting off. It involved walking around my unit building to check whether the painters had finished off the last bits and pieces.
At the top of the second set of stairs I encountered a little family coming out their door - mum, dad and daughter about 4 - 5 years old.
"What are you doing" says the child.
"I'm checking to see whether the painters have finished all the doors," I say.
"They've done ours," says dad.
"Have they done yours?" Says the child.
"Yes"
"This lady has to check all the doors," says dad.
"Why, are you the boss?"
"Yes," I say, "don't I look like the boss?"
Assessing look followed by: "Nup, you look like a grandma"
"Well I am a grandma," I say," so you are right."
"Know how I know that?" She says. "Because grandmas have wrinkles."
Dad looks embarrassed and tries to get her moving along.
To make him feel better, I say: "There's another way you can tell grandmas, they often have grey hair."
"Why? Does their hair get old?"
"Hmm, well I, um, yes."
We get to the bottom of the stairs and are standing there when the observant little miss says: "what's wrong with your foot?" (I have a bunion on one foot)
"Oh well that's just something else you get when you get older," I say.
" Have you been walking a lot?" she says.
Me thinking yes, 60 years of walking says: "well yes".
"Don't you have a car?" she says.
At which point, mortally embarrassed dad says: "We do and you're getting in it right now!"
Oh well, I was feeling a bit past my use by and this little episode only managed to confirm my thinking, but it did give me a laugh.
Just to compound my week, when I got home tonight the downstairs tenant told me her bathroom ceiling had caved in and had water dripping from it (obviously from somewhere upstairs - maybe my unit?), the fridge seems to be getting steadily warmer and the tv won't turn on. Hmm - wonder what tomorrow will bring?
Hope your week's been better than mine.
Here's a true story that I thought was quite funny. Hope it amuses you.
I was feeling pretty shit after a bad week at work and the weekend not much of an improvement, so decided to do a little chore I'd been putting off. It involved walking around my unit building to check whether the painters had finished off the last bits and pieces.
At the top of the second set of stairs I encountered a little family coming out their door - mum, dad and daughter about 4 - 5 years old.
"What are you doing" says the child.
"I'm checking to see whether the painters have finished all the doors," I say.
"They've done ours," says dad.
"Have they done yours?" Says the child.
"Yes"
"This lady has to check all the doors," says dad.
"Why, are you the boss?"
"Yes," I say, "don't I look like the boss?"
Assessing look followed by: "Nup, you look like a grandma"
"Well I am a grandma," I say," so you are right."
"Know how I know that?" She says. "Because grandmas have wrinkles."
Dad looks embarrassed and tries to get her moving along.
To make him feel better, I say: "There's another way you can tell grandmas, they often have grey hair."
"Why? Does their hair get old?"
"Hmm, well I, um, yes."
We get to the bottom of the stairs and are standing there when the observant little miss says: "what's wrong with your foot?" (I have a bunion on one foot)
"Oh well that's just something else you get when you get older," I say.
" Have you been walking a lot?" she says.
Me thinking yes, 60 years of walking says: "well yes".
"Don't you have a car?" she says.
At which point, mortally embarrassed dad says: "We do and you're getting in it right now!"
Oh well, I was feeling a bit past my use by and this little episode only managed to confirm my thinking, but it did give me a laugh.
Just to compound my week, when I got home tonight the downstairs tenant told me her bathroom ceiling had caved in and had water dripping from it (obviously from somewhere upstairs - maybe my unit?), the fridge seems to be getting steadily warmer and the tv won't turn on. Hmm - wonder what tomorrow will bring?
Hope your week's been better than mine.
Labels: people-watching
