The day after tomorrow, we move into our new home. Preparations are afoot.
The renovations aren’t quite ready. Extra ceiling joists had to be put in, and an entirely new ceiling. Also, the floor, having been stripped of parquet and slasto, now needs retiling. Walls knocked down, or with holes pushed through them, need neatening. Oh yes, and the kitchen has to be redone from scratch. I wonder if we will occupy it by Christmas?
Today, I assisted with the installation of some alternative accommodation on-site. It may be a little cramped for three adults and two children, but what the heck. I had to chainsaw madly to get chunks of that tree out of the way – my tennis elbows are now screaming nonstop.
Our phone and internet will have to be transferred. How efficient that operation will be, time will tell. If things go awfully quiet on this blog for a while, you will know why!
I have been writing limericks for Mad Kane’s challenges and not posting them for lack of time. I did get the latest one in, though, and here are also some which missed the deadline:
A fellow who said he was ‘Fret’
Desired a girl in his ‘bet’…
On way to be wed,
Fred in river bed sped,
So instead of wed, he got wet.
This did not cause Fred much to fret –
Though half-drowned and freezing, he yet
Got to honeymoon,
Where he got going, soon,
Before ‘on your marks’ or ‘get set’!
A fellow, alas, had been gored –
At village show toreadored –
His damage was slight
From the onrushing might …
A goat was all they could afford!
A fellow was fixing a switch,
But suddenly started to twitch:
It seemed that the main
‘D been switched on again,
Providing a re-volting hitch.
A schoolteacher swishing a switch
The school had decided to ditch:
In this modern era
You can’t rule by fear; a
Real bit of a bitch for a witch.