Thursday, May 13, 2010

En Suite Destruction


It’s not every day you wake with the thought, must do a builders’ bum post, but today is one of them.

Sad thing is, I can get the right combination of camera angle and concealment to snap said slitty orifi — plus, these guys are practically wearing suits.

So — just checking in to note for the record that my lungs are filled with dust, Geoff has spent rather too much time lost under the floorboards, and Girly of Whirly is downstairs complaining that she can’t find any clean work knickers.

On the plus side, our 1976 Carbon Monoxide emitting Killer Boiler is now off the wall and in a skip, albeit following a desperate balancing act at the top of a step ladder in which it nearly fell onto Dave the Plumber and broke both his legs.

As for the answer to the “what is this enormous hole doing in the bathroom wall?” question, don’t ask.


12 comments:

fairyhedgehog said...

It sounds like a bit of a nightmare.

(Work knickers? What work does she do?)

Whirlochre said...

Deep sea diver.

fairyhedgehog said...

It's obvious now you've said it.

Whirlochre said...

What isn't obvious are the instructions for getting them on and off at 200 feet below (not that we've needed to, as yet).

Bernita said...

My word ver is "dinged," it drove any post thoughts entirely out of my head... something about also having weird thoughts on awakening, but never mind.
Whirl, we are entranced by vivid images of your renovations.

writtenwyrdd said...

I had a five week stint of plaster dust, wood dust, disorganization and chaos in order to install two smallish closets in my old house.

I didn't have the butt crack brigade on premesis, just one guy who was well belted up. Yet I did learn one thing: Hire a guy who won't take five weeks for a job that should take 3 days at most.

Old Kitty said...

It's Geoff I feel sorry for. Maybe he's been hiding said knickers under the floorboards?

:-)

Take care
x

Peter Dudley said...

What is this enormous hole doing in the bathroom wall?

A question many of us ask ourselves every day. Few of us have the courage to face the answer.


My word verification is ramilins, which I thought must be an anagram for something (it is, "snail rim"). So I googled anagram to get the internet anagram server, and it suggested that perhaps I had meant to type nag a ram. What I want to know, is how did Google know I'd been reading your blog?

Whirlochre said...

Bernita
I'm wondering if the jokey guys at Google who come up with these intended this one as a verb (the bell dinged, the bat dinged etc) or a noun for use as a derisory put-down in a Northern UK town — ie 'what the hell are you playing at, you DINGED?'

WW
Right now I'm not too bothered about the dust as I once agin have a working toilet. Should improve the situation with our neighbours — they've been a bit tetchy about us emptying slop buckets out of the window onto their children.

Old Kitty
I have a sneaky suspicion there are all sorts of secret stashes all over the house...

Pete
Call me a conspiracy theorist, but G for Google, G for Goat...

Mother (Re)produces. said...

We *know* where the knickers are, remember? Grab your fishing pole and head for the crack, Whirl-o-dad. Your girl needs you.

Whirlochre said...

Some days, it's nothing but smut smut smut...

Robin S. said...

Damn. I wanted a butt crack shot.