Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Off to the airport.


A quick post before rushing off to the airport. With Christmas almost upon us, and our preparations for the event being non-existent, a hurried trip back to Fortnum's is called for . In practice this means that I have to make sure that the Christmas pudding and Christmas cake are despatched to our little patch of paradise so as to arrive in plenty of time for the 25th. I shall be back from London tomorrow evening.
The Rentokil man arrived yesterday afternoon at the exact same moment as the telephone engineer ( four weeks late ), the joiner ( unexpected ), and the plumber ( on time and expected). After some initial confusion over their respective roles, ( the joiner took being asked to mend the leaking shower with good humour), everyone settled down to work. It seems that we have field mice that have chosen to nest in the warmth of the boiler room. The more adventurous of them clamber up the pipes to visit the kitchen directly above. As for the expensive 'mouse scaring' electronic system ,that only works where there is absolute silence. We have a clock in the kitchen that renders it completely useless. One learns something new everyday.
Wilf and Digby are in fine form.

2 comments:

  1. It looks like you are making a lot of new acquaintances - and hopefully will get rid of the mice while gaining consistent hot water.

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  2. Whew! I was afraid I was going to have to go without my mouse saga fix for today! I can picture the chaos of all the various workmen scrambling around the house.

    What did Madame Bay have to say about it all? What did the Rentokil man do to dispatch the ensconced mouse clan?

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