For the past couple of days we have had workmen in the house putting double glazing in. Last night they left us with cavernous gaps between the window frames and the walls as they had forgotten to bring enough edging material to finnish off properly. To make things even more uncomfortable there was also the acrid smell of drying sealant and various bits of furniture moved away from the windows and piled in incredibly inconvenient places.
All this, combined with the fact that Evan has some form of virus at the moment, led us to decide that Kerry, Amy, and Evan would sleep at her parents last night, while I stayed at home to open the door to the workmen in the morning.
People doing work in the house always intimidate me. I worry that they are secretly judging me, believing me to be an incompetent pansy for not doing the work myself. This paranoia was not helped this morning when as soon as I opened the door to them itunes’ shuffle selection chose to blast Amy’s nursery rhymes out of my speakers. I’m now convinced they assume my favorite album is Dingle Dangle Scarecrow and other Children’s Classics.
In a pathetic attempt to prove my manliness I’ve spent most of the day laboring in the garden and have managed to get quite a bit done. Which is more than can be said for the workmen who have just informed me they are going to go home early again and will finish off tomorrow because they have forgotten to bring enough edging material. Again.
Still, it gives me a chance to have some Foo Fighters playing when I open the door to them tomorrow.
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We had a new kitchen counter installed in our last house in preparatoin to put it on the market. Nobody told us that they’d be using acetone, complete with its evil fumes, as part of the installation. My wife, the baby, and I were sitting upstairs when suddenly this toxic stench slapped us in the face. When we figured out what it was, we grabbed the baby and ran outside, grabbing just the necessary items we needed to stay the night at her parent’s house. The really fun part is that the workmen weren’t wearing masks of any kind. Tough guys, I guess.
Good luck with all that. Sounds like fun. Not.
Don’t know about your neck of the woods, but around here if we left a gap to our house we’d get all sorts of unwanted rodents welcoming themselves to our hotel. I’ve had to go around our entire property with a caulking gun and seal the place up tight.
Kerry threw a spider out of the window yesterday, only to watch it crawl back in through the gaps in the wall, but we’ve had no squirrels braking in as yet.
We’re pretty sure we already have mice :/
You need to get a cat. He or she can kick Holly’s butt and become Amy’s best friend, as well as get rid of any unwanted visitors.
It’s like they move in with you, isn’t it? We had a bathroom put in and varioius radiators moved around last year and it felt like we spent months with no floor. Re music – you gotta start educating her while you’ve got the chance! How can she not like the Foo Fighters? Big tunes, big choruses, loads of bounce and loud drumming….Must dig some out for dudelet…
Yeah, gardening. That will show them how tough you are.
Better turn that Foo up loud!
HEY!!
It was very manly gardening I’ll have you know. Tending to the flowers and the bees and the butterflies and the……..
Oh shit.