It has been two days since my last blog in the April Showers section of my life and I couldn’t stay away any longer.
Here we are in the merry old month of May when lovers sing, hey ring a ding a ding,and Gap Boy (dressed as an American football player) went off to a party last night so we had peas and carrots all night long :-).
On the downside – the artex dust has made me wheezy – so I have inhalers – and caused a rash – so I’m on itchy cream and antihistamine, I’m on antibiotics again and – oh well, that’s it really – except to say that my GP is an extremely nice man and a very good doctor.
So – mustn’t grumble – because the sun is up and shining very beautifully over the rooftops, Hub is catching up on much-needed sleep, Scoob hasn’t realised I’m awake yet and the kitchen I have longed for and dreamed about for years is slowly taking shape,
No sign of a text from GB asking to be picked up from the party/police station/friend’s house, so I assuming – perhaps foolishly – that all is well there.
Uni Boy will undoubtedly perform his duty call this weekend; he knows that I worry far too much and that the only way to shut me up is to make a call once a week to catch up on life here in the slow lane. He is very busy at Uni on his final year exams, but is also aware of the fact that his bedroom is full of the Chilly Twins and a number of large cardboard boxes.
We all love the Chilly Twins. They sit there very quietly in their Manhattan Silver glory, still pristine despite the layers of brick and plaster dust that cover everything else in the house.
GB very kindly filled up the water dispenser for me – forgetting to check that it was totally empty first – so we have a very soggy instruction manual for the water filter.
“What a stupid place to leave the instructions!”
I sniggered quietly at my roaring boy.
The facility to get chilled water instantly pleases me extremely and I look forward to the day when the Chilly Twins are in their permanent home and I can pour myself a quick glass of icy water whilst doing the domestic goddess bit in the new kitchen. I particularly like the fact that a little blue light comes on when you press your glass against the thing that makes the water come out. I’m easily pleased.
It is good to delight in simple things.
Continuing with the kitchen theme – and if you are bored by my obsession kindly take the easy way out and stop reading now.
The inspector came and pronounced the RSJs very satisfactory (rolled steel joists – wit woo), the acro props (oh how au fait am I with builder-speak! Not really – Bezzie Mate told me what they were called – he knows such stuff) have been removed and are lying outside on the grass.
All the rubble and kitchen detritus has also been removed. A very sweet elderly man in a flatbed came and took it. I was a bit concerned that he was doing all the heavy lifting whilst the two young chaps on the flatbed were pointing out what he should pick up and pass to them next. Younger generation eh! Mock Tsk.
The electrickery is almost finished now – which is just as well because yesterday saw the arrival of the Plasterer!
He brought with him the sweet boy who has no front teeth but a beautiful face (until he smiles – at which point my maternal heart goes out to him and wants to whip him up the road to the friendly dentist who has done such a great job of keeping the teeth of this family on the straight and narrow).
They are very self-sufficient. Not only do they have their own ghetto blaster, they also bring their own kettle and tea-making facilities – I was allowed to make the first one but after that the boy took over domestic duties.
I have a new box of biscuits for them today.
I thought the plastering would be quieter than the demolition and the channelling but the banging of the lump hammer has been replaced by the frequent sound of the metal stepladder being dragged across the floor.
These are small things in comparison with the revelation that the Plasterer and his boy sing like angels – well angels singing along to Radio One and covered in plaster dust. If I thought that the builders were tuneful, then they are knocked well and truly into a cocked hat by the glorious abandoned trilling with which my plastering is accompanied.
I am delighting in their happy noise and anyway – I’ve found the button that switches on the subtitles for the TV now.
When the chaps leave for the day Hub and I have been wandering about in the echoey vastness that has replaced the Krappy Kitchen. We both have daft looks on our faces as we remember parties in the past and look forward to finding out just how many lovely friends we can get in here for the kitchen-warming.
Enough of all this.
I must find the itchy cream, get dressed, sort out the Scoobs, enjoy the sunshine and the flowers in the garden whilst he wees, open up the kitchen, boil the kettle, make my breakfast, wake Hub (much later) and smile like a loon as the singing starts.
I also need to acknowledge that without the careful planning and shrewd investments of our much-missed Ronnie, none of this would be possible. So Lovely Mum and Ronnie, if you are up there watching the chaos, listening to the singing and laughing at my cack-handed attempts at making tea (bleurgh), thank you for making sure that we are all so well looked after.
I wish you – and all the other beloveds up there in the clouds – could be here in person to join in the kitchen party but it is never very hard to conjure up your smiling faces – we will raise more than a glass or two to you in gratitude and know that you will always be with us.
In the words of a friend – Happy Days xxx