We live on a Bonsai Mountain, which is a good thing given the record breaking quantities of water falling on our heads at the moment. The Roof is still letting water in, its on the job list of Steve the builder, he will be round soon. Lucky its not raining eh? But aside from water running down the apprentice smallholders bedroom wall and the buckets catching the rest in the new waiting for the floor to be laid utility room we are getting off lightly. Have I mentioned the dirt track having canyon sized ruts? Nothing 20 ton of stone arriving this weekend wont fix. As ever jobs have piled up to danger levels just as the 6 nations starts. Ho hum, wheelbarrowing stone and whacking it into pot holes is far more entertaining than watching England.
We have friends who live in the Somerset levels, a place where boats have replaced cars and had it been in another country the Government would be organizing food aid, providing money and sending the Navy. As its here they get a couple of bored squaddies who go back indoors cos its raining.
Where does fire come in to this? The rise of the machines at HQ takes a new turn with the oft overloaded mightily abused used at least 2x a day washing machine committed suicide and tried to set fire to the old utility room. Its take everyone with me attempt was thwarted and it was banished to the Helipad to cool off and contemplate life in landfill. A replacement was ordered, the refund for my training gizmo had just arrived so easy come easy go and a washing machine is much more use than a wrist device that tells me how knackered I am. I have no doubt that some of tomorrow will be spent trying to convince lorry driver that our lane is safe for passage by HGV and that pigs can fly.
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