It turns out that our previous tiling attempts (Charlie had done one wall horizontally, the adjoining wall vertically) are crap and semi-professional tiler called in for opinion was scathing in a kind way. Basically he wanted to rip the whole lot out and start from scratch - as I did last night upon discovering large pool of water accumulating in and around washbasin - turned out to be faulty washer apparently. Thank God for isolation valves.
Charlie resistant to tiler's idea so plan 27 will involve scouting around tile shops to find some dark blue edging with which Mr Tiler can concoct some tricky way of making it all look post-modern. That what it sounded like. Tile City, here we come.
am still sizzling nicely whenever I walk out into the sunshine. Am beginning to feel like vampire but without desire for blood.
Cleaned bird poo from windows. Very ungrateful little beasts considering the cushy feeding stations I provide for them - and bird baths. It's so vile and sets like concrete within minutes of evacuation. Yuk.
After ten minutes of attacking deep-rooted weeds in garden with flame-thrower type tool, decided to retreat indoors and perhaps buy one of those weed puller thingies advertised so much in the last couple of weeks. Reviews seem to indicate a good buy.
Almost set fire to car with flame-thrower and felt like applying it to the morons who have thrown their debris over into our garden, including a bottle full of wee - just about the right level for the area yobs. New Plans for garden drawn up which now include higher more thorny shrubs to deter these brainless youths.
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