Yesterday was a total bust for Grant.
First the hosepipe fiasco and discovering that he couldn’t obtain the right parts for a proper repair.
Additionally, in order to attempt a fix on one of the taps, he will have to pull out the wall paneling he so painstakingly installed, not once but twice.
After he’d put up the first lot, he discovered mold. That was a big fiasco. Cracks in the foundation etc…
Tap out of commission for the foreseeable future.
Yesterday afternoon, Grant received a bench he’d ordered to complete his gym set-up. Ah good ! He went off downstairs to assemble it.
Five minutes later he was back up muttering and mumbling. I won’t repeat what he said.
To say the item was not up to spec would put it mildly.
This morning it has gone back to the shipper.
When he returned from the Post Office, with at least one mission accomplished, Grant asked me if I’d like a cup of tea.
“Why not?” I said. “What kind?” “Surprise me.”
Well, he did that alright, when he brought me not my flowery mug, but a spoon-rest bearing a wet tea-bag.
“Oh!” he said, realizing it didn’t look right.
“I’ll be back!”
Hopefully not an indication of another of those days.
It was as well, yesterday, that Grant returned when he did as I was about to commit felicide.
Tinkerbell has always been fiery but lately she is plain bad-tempered, sniping at all the others.
Until “Dad” is available:
Then it’s sweetness itself, to the disgust of Dee Dee.
No, I would never hurt an animal. Lock her in a room to give myself a five minute time-out, perhaps.
Yesterday I accomplished my first summer insect rescue. It wasn’t a moth or a fly but a hornet.
My kit in hand, a big tumbler and a piece of cardboard, I approached the creature and told it “I’m not going to hurt you. I just need you to climb aboard so I can put you safely outside.”
And it did.
It didn’t offer to be photographed.
This little guy was outside on the window one fine morning. He didn’t introduce himself.
Just now, Grant got a call to say the cable-burying chaps expect to be with us “in the very near future“.
But I’m not holding my breath.