Good morning Dearest Bloggets. I’m up silly time again.
Waiting for the painter. He’s late. I just really hope he comes today? I’m sure
he will. I have confidence he will come and do a great job of my little what
was broom cupboard, / office now going to be. Em. Not sure what room. Oh, here
is an odd sounding car. Could be him? IsItIsItIsItIsIt?
ItWasItWasItWas!
Since writing the above. He has entered the building. The
house already has the pungent aroma, not. Of cigarettes. He told me he now has
a new van. “It’s all done out like a police van.”
He has told me his
right arm he can’t bend. To which my reaction was. “Are you right handed?” He
said yes. Oh, great. Good start. I told him it was the room without a door. He
got to the top of the stairs and shouted. “Which room?”
Oh.
It’s going to be a
long day.
He was due at eight and he arrived at twenty to nine. It’s
now nine. After talking for five minutes he left the house to quotes get his
stuff. Well, so far took him fifteen minutes to get his stuff…. Has he driven
back home to get it?
Waggatail is crying and our bird is singing. Teen sleeping,
not for long I think as soon the little plug in radio will be blasting. Poor
teen. He came home last night with a key for a filing cabinet. Today he had to
get up at six to take it all the way back two hours’ drive there and back to hand over a key? Crazy. So now he is on his
day off hoping to sleep. Lucky lad.
You know I thought I was unfit, but when I hear workmen
going up and down my stairs, they walk so slowly and as if in pain. I run up like
a mad woman. I wonder why I run upstairs. I have done it since a child. I don’t
know of any other adult that does it. Hahheheheh. Must ask around my friends.
So no heating on and door opening and closing all day. But,
hey, my room is going to get done at last after four years almost. The lady with
the carpet shop, remember last week’s blog? Well she phoned me up again with
her really funny voice and tone; oh I so need to learn how to produce videos on
here to do impressions of my people, Haha. Words just don’t justify. Well, she
called me yesterday and said the carpet was ready. Funny as she told me late
last Friday that it would be five to seven working days. Oh never mind, shame
my room wasn’t done on Monday the day it was meant to be done then tomorrow I could
have the carpet down then at the weekend Hub could help me to put the stuff
back. Mind you, we don’t have a robe to put the clothes in, I guess that would
be a good idea, to get that sorted? How? Not sure. Furniture you have to see,
as you need to know how they open and close. So much furniture these days are so
rubbish and when opening drawers and so on, they almost fall in your hand and
doors look like they are going to snap off. We will have to pay more money as
we can’t assemble as really we have done in the past and the stress? As now
days they make furniture into a jigsaw providing you with pieces that don’t
make sense. I could ask teen to come with me. As I need a curtain poll too? I
will have to measure that with my tactile tape.
May be there for a while.
Then if teen will
come with me I will get discount off the shop he works at in this area. If teen
won’t help, Hub and I will have to take a taxi there and back as it is across
that evil road and in the industrial park, well, as a blind person, industrial
parks are a nightmare for us. All of our shops here are that kind of layout. For
my Bloggets who don’t know what these are, they are like a factory lay out
where the huge buildings without soul are scattered all around with no sense to
them or their plans. No straight lines no kerbs most of the time either and not
always a safe environment. And we have great things in there. We have coffee
shops, cafes restaurants, furniture shops cinema and ten pin bowling alley. But
all look like they were once factories. Not from the inside but the out.
Hub has learned how to get to the cinema, though we have not
done it on our own yet. We went with the girls if you remember on New Year’s
Eve. It’s hard. Building after building
space after space and cars just put in crazy places. One restaurant has tables
and chairs outside right over a tactile section of the path.
OK, painter just comes in. I’m not happy. It’s now twenty
past nine and though I told him teen was in bed, the radio is blasting. It’s
just bloody rude. If it was ten even or if I had not said he has been up since
six and just got back to bed, but no, he knows all of that. Gosh, some people.
Well, he is a good painter, not to everyones taste. I recommended him to a lady
who said he was great painter but she wouldn’t have him back as he looks dodgy.
Hahaha. I must say, I can’t see his face, but I hear his voice and now I have a
description of him, I know why he talks the way he does. Bless him. He has a
very sad past and I get to hear about it every time he comes. He has even said
that he thinks of me as a counsellor. Only after he leaves, I, need a counsellor.
I will write another blog in a mo. Jo about a deep debate
Hub and I had last night. Hmm. Interesting. Meanwhile I shall go and make my painter
a cup of coffee. Strong black and five sugars if I remember rightly. Ps. why is
he using a hammer in my room? X
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