Chicken Licken
Once upon a time....in a land not very far away...where during the winter it was a bit windy and a bit rainy .....there lived a mature but still very young at heart knitter/crocheter. She lived in a lovely house, no where near a forest or wolves, but quite close to some lovely bunnies, which her dog chased but never caught...ahhhhh!!
Now one winter's morning she awoke to find a small puddle in one of her rooms, so she rang the nice builder man(it was a new house) and he sent his lowest lackie(highly trained builder) to fix the problem. The sun shone and all was good.
The following winter there was a windy rainy night 3 days before Xmas. Santa was most concerned regards his ability to deliver the pressies!!! The following morning our knitter/crocheter(me) got up to find a bigger puddle in the same room as before. She went to find the lovely builder man who, on seeing her approach, buggered off (was urgently called to meeting ). She rang the customer services fairies only to be told....Shut for Christmas!
So on Christmas morning the whole family ate on their laps because all the computers and books and cameras and stuff were in the dining room..i.e. not in the puddle. In February the builder man was sacked and new builder man arrived and he sent a slightly more skilled lackie (builder from another site on the other side of the land) to fix the roof.
Last year, 3 weeks before Xmas, I got up one morning (losing patience now) after a typical rainy December night to find another puddle same room, same place. By the end of the day deary had poked a hole in the ceiling to enable us to catch 2 gallons of water, before the ceiling fell down. We phoned the Builder man and etc etc etc site supervisor...on a ladder, new leading...blah,blah,blah.
Are you spotting the trend here............
The builder man came and fixed it...............the sun shone..............................................winter came again...............................Christmas came again....New Year came again.......last Friday came again....
and the puddle came again.............
I now sit at the PC with a hoodie on, and a gallon bucket of rain water next to my chair. My hood is up to stop the draft from the new hole in the ceiling giving me a stiff neck, as the wind is blowing right through it, and you know what.....I don't give a sh*t .
Oh, and I have rung the builder man..........................................................
On a more positive note, my wool and WIPs are at the opposite end of the house, in an Ark!!! Plus it was still daylight at 5pm tonight when I walked the dog, so , Spring is coming and all is well with the world!!!!
Now one winter's morning she awoke to find a small puddle in one of her rooms, so she rang the nice builder man(it was a new house) and he sent his lowest lackie(highly trained builder) to fix the problem. The sun shone and all was good.
The following winter there was a windy rainy night 3 days before Xmas. Santa was most concerned regards his ability to deliver the pressies!!! The following morning our knitter/crocheter(me) got up to find a bigger puddle in the same room as before. She went to find the lovely builder man who, on seeing her approach, buggered off (was urgently called to meeting ). She rang the customer services fairies only to be told....Shut for Christmas!
So on Christmas morning the whole family ate on their laps because all the computers and books and cameras and stuff were in the dining room..i.e. not in the puddle. In February the builder man was sacked and new builder man arrived and he sent a slightly more skilled lackie (builder from another site on the other side of the land) to fix the roof.
Last year, 3 weeks before Xmas, I got up one morning (losing patience now) after a typical rainy December night to find another puddle same room, same place. By the end of the day deary had poked a hole in the ceiling to enable us to catch 2 gallons of water, before the ceiling fell down. We phoned the Builder man and etc etc etc site supervisor...on a ladder, new leading...blah,blah,blah.
Are you spotting the trend here............
The builder man came and fixed it...............the sun shone..............................................winter came again...............................Christmas came again....New Year came again.......last Friday came again....
and the puddle came again.............
I now sit at the PC with a hoodie on, and a gallon bucket of rain water next to my chair. My hood is up to stop the draft from the new hole in the ceiling giving me a stiff neck, as the wind is blowing right through it, and you know what.....I don't give a sh*t .
Oh, and I have rung the builder man..........................................................
On a more positive note, my wool and WIPs are at the opposite end of the house, in an Ark!!! Plus it was still daylight at 5pm tonight when I walked the dog, so , Spring is coming and all is well with the world!!!!
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Roie