THIS IS THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT

 

A quick blog. Its red hot again, what a summer we have had? Our neighbours have been abroad for some weeks and are back now, their grass is in need of a cow. I know one, must send her around as the poor guy has no idea how to cut grass. Maximum eight seconds then the lawn moor stops till he empty’s it. Then starts again. Then empty’s it and another eight seconds later once again empty time. Takes him forever to do his lawn.

 

Teen had a great few weeks with his friends, never in. This is how his summer, his life should be not tied down to one person. I think he has another week before that will change, so he’s making the most of it; he has some great friends who want to do things. This is rare for now day youth.

 

Today I’m off to the rotten hospital again. Oh feel sick already. It’s totally a waste of time.

 

The tablets they have put me on for fluid in my eye, are making me really ill.

Talking of ill, Hub been really unwell all week. Had a dreadful cold. No signs of him getting any better.

 

OK, this weekend is a busy one but in the house. A man coming tomorrow to put a door on our bathroom. Don’t ask….

A blind getting fitted in teen’s bedroom. At last, he has waited for a few month, but at last he won’t be flashing to the world and won’t be woke up at five in the morning with the sunshine.

 

That was a fun day the man came with all his books, and I had to pick a blind. Let’s hope it’s a nice one and teen likes it?

 

Sunday the painter is coming to paint the door and I’m going to phone another gardener. A new one, so let’s see where this one gets us?

 

I hope to work Waggatail tomorrow, to our local shopping centre, which is a bus ride away. Let’s see how she does?

 

I bust my garage door, again, don’t ask. But it’s as fixed as it will ever be, so yesterday the man came to do that. Also yesterday I went to the shops to take back some things with my friend and called into the bathroom place where we got the dodgy en-suit from two years ago. The one that leaks and the one that they haven’t even put waterproof grout in. The place we have been trying to get out for two years. Since a week after they put it in for us? Funny, he knew who I was; he even knew my address down to the door number.

Well, I let Hub deal with it last night when he came around. I’m sick of it all.

 

Let’s see if he comes back to fix it? As we have a leak every other day. Our ceiling downstairs is a mess with it but pointless getting it fixed until the shower is done.

 

This really is the house that Jack built.

That is an odd saying we have in England. The house that Jack built meaning it’s a poorly fitted/built house.

Where does this come from?

"This Is the House That Jack Built" is a popular English nursery rhyme and a tale. Lyrics [

This is the house that Jack built.

This is the cheese that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rat that ate the cheese

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cat that chased the rat

That ate the cheese that lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the dog that worried the cat

That chased the rat that ate the cheese

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That chased the rat that ate the cheese

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That chased the rat that ate the cheese

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That chased the rat that ate the cheese

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the judge all shaven and shorn

That married the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That chased the rat that ate the cheese

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the rooster that crowed in the morn

That woke the judge all shaven and shorn

That married the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That chased the rat that ate the cheese

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the farmer sowing his corn

That kept the rooster that crowed in the morn

That woke the judge all shaven and shorn

That married the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That chased the rat that ate the cheese

That lay in the house that Jack built.

This is the horse and the hound and the horn

That belonged to the farmer sowing his corn

That kept the rooster that crowed in the morn

That woke the judge all shaven and shorn

That married the man all tattered and torn

That kissed the maiden all forlorn

That milked the cow with the crumpled horn

That tossed the dog that worried the cat

That chased the rat that ate the cheese

That lay in the house that Jack built.

 

This is a tale, that does not tell the story of Jack's house, or even of Jack, who built the house, but instead shows how the house is indirectly linked to other things and people, and through this method tells the story of "The man all tattered and torn", and the "Maiden all forlorn", as well as other smaller events, showing how these are interlinked.

Cherryington Manor, a handsome timber-framed house in North East Shropshire England. is reputed to be the actual house that Jack built. There is a former malt house in the grounds.

 

OK, so this isn’t the house that Jack built, but I stick with the old sayings. I love them. And they will die if not for people using them.

 

Happy weekend Bloggets. X