Month: October 2004

It’s gone. No drip. Silence.

So why am I still worried about it?!

Spent the morning ripping up floorboards in an effort to locate the source of our mysterious drip. To no avail. Plumber turned up. Ripped up some more floorboards, declared everything dry but wanted to hear this drip.

We waited. The house in silence. 10 minutes later, after turning the heating on and off, jimmying the radiator thermostats open and closed and bashing some pipes with a spanner… nothing. No sound. Between us we concluded that whatever we’d done had fixed the problem. We sat in silence for another 5 minutes, just in case. Still nothing so I thanked him and he went on his way.

Our bowls of soup for lunch were soon joined by an instantly recognised sound. The damn drip was back! I’ve had the floorboards up again and can see nothing untoward. So it’s either just the pipes moving together or it’s a drip in the middle of the wall and is nothing we can do anything about until it shows itself.

These are the days of our lives. Ha, feckin ha.

In other news my hygienist gave me a gold star and put my name in the red book (the red book is the good book, the black book is for bad boys and girls). OK, she didn’t really but it felt that way as she inspected my teeth “Ohhh well done. You’ve been good, they look lovely” she fluttered.

Mind you, still didn’t stop her hacking and prodding and buffing them in her particularly vicious manner “ohh a little bleeding, dear dear”. Still, I take what solace I can in the fact that she is rather top heavy and has the habit of nestling my head between her ample bosom*. Such small pleasures. In fact I was so deeply ‘nested’ in there that when her tummy rumbled I felt the vibrations in my head.

Men. Pathetic. Aren’t we. Not to mention shallow. It’s OK. We don’t deny it.

* Not literally, but when I sit in the chair, she positions herself behind me and when she leans forward her boobs … ohh you know what I mean. See, this is why I should re-read more carefully before I post. I didn’t want anyone thinking that I just hopped into her lap and plonked my head on her bosom. Hmm. I think I should stop now before I make this any worse.

What makes you tick? What makes you complete that list of tasks?

ARE you a do-er? Or a planner?

I’m definitely a planner, but tomorrow I have to turn into a do-er. To much to do you see. No more time to rethink, reconsider and rework the order. Things need done.

Any tips? How do I become a do-er?

Bit wet ain’t it. Cats and Dogs and all that.

Somewhere in the hazy depths of my memory I seem to recall that I have a dentist appointment tomorrow. Hopefully it won’t coincide with the visit from the plumber, who’s coming to investigate the dripping noises coming under the floorboards in the bedroom (I’ll be checking them myself tonight as well). Nothing like getting all your services sorted on the same day eh!

Still at least I know it’ll be quiet at home. Louise still has no voice, and I’ve found myself whispering along in sympathy. Mind you, I’m not so happy about her chosen mode of communication.

You see I have a habit of getting ‘lost’ in books. I was finishing off another Dan Brown (my Dad gave me four of them to borrow) yesterday afternoon and Louise was dozing on the couch, or so I thought. She wasn’t dozing, she was sitting up, waving her arms and slapping the arm of the sofa to try and get my attention.

Eventually she threw her slipper at me.

That worked.

The advantage of having a day off work is having a day off work.
The disadvantage of having a day off work is how it throws your entire week off-kilter.

Today is Tuesday. Today is Tuesday. Today is Tuesday.

The mantra, repeated over and over, won’t help. I’ll spend the day running late for meetings, and thinking I’ve got an extra day to get things done. This isn’t helped by the current state of my bank account (for some reason these facts are related in my head.. I have no idea why).

Our new mortgage is now in place, and we got a nice cheque back as well. However I need to pay the financial advisor, the holiday we’ve booked for next year, and transfer money to the new bank account to meet the first (new) mortgage payment. I can’t do that until I get the cheque into the bank, and they’ve very nicely made it out to Mr and Mrs G McLean. Only trouble is we don’t have a joint bank account, only a joint mortgage. So Louise needs to come to the bank with me to put the cheque in but she’s still ill at home today…

In other words, the funds aren’t all in the right place yet so I can’t actually pay anything and despite having plenty of time to get everything in place I don’t like all that money floating around in the wrong place, I’m apt to take a trip to FOPP and foolishly spend it. Anyway, enough of me moaning.

Our friend has her final fitting for her wedding dress today, unfortunately Louise can’t make it, so I get to stand in.. to a point anyway. I’ll be the taxi service as obviously I’m not allowed to see the dress (no, I know it’s not obvious at all, but that’s what the bride-to-be said and I ain’t arguing with her). The prospect of ferrying the bride, her mother and her mother-in-law back from Glasgow just fills my day with joy. Or not.

Isn’t the TV awful on a Monday night. Just as well I’ve got a weekend’s worth of web time to catch up on.

In other news, I almost forgot to mention what Louise got me for my birthday. It’s the best present I’ve had in ages, brilliant in it’s subtle perfection. Laryngitis. No, not me. Her. Think about it…

OK, so I really should stop laughing at her teeny tiny squeaky voice, but it is kinda weird having so much silence in the house. Now I’m not saying my wife talks non-stop but [insert bad Bob Monkhouse style one-liner].

To tell the truth, I’m not sure what’s she gotten me, because she’s still waiting for it to arrive from Amazon. I have received part of it already, although I’ve yet to install it, a shiny black 16x DVD Writer. Finally I’ll be able to… er… “backup” all my DVDs.

In fact I’ve got a few other pressies to get, so it looks like my birthday will stretch out over to next weekend (yay!). I wonder if the peace and quiet will last until then?