Well as Hub left the house this morning at half seven. There
were bells at my bedroom door. Oh. I guessed it was doggy day care for Mummy
Fifi? Tomorrow LF has a big train journey to do so I’m presuming today is
Little Fella’s day off work?
After putting the bedroom rug from the guest room to our
lounge over the weekend, I told myself it was time to get up, with the
knowledge that our silly living room door won’t keep closed. We are in
desperate need for new doors to our lounge. These have been in since the house
was built, and they don’t only look shabby, and I’m not talking shabby chic,
but old. A lick of paint won’t make a difference. The handles are awful. They
are meant to be brass but the black is showing through. So, some brass cleaner?
Well perhaps, but they are not real brass. And, they don’t keep closed. Also the
double door going through the lounge has a catch on it that Hub and I keep
catching as we go through. It bends like Beckham. So, we could get a joiner out
to fix it? OK, put all that together how much will that cost? Loads and I can’t
be dealing with all those different workmen not only that, we will have to buy
all the stuff. Unless we want to pay even more. And the doors are hideous. Real
seventies, though the house was built in the 90’s… Not sure how that happened? But
time has come when we really need to do something. The other door if you don’t
click it when closing, glides open, not sure if the house is on a tilt or
tilting or just a dodgy door. My friend from the US didn’t know what dodgy
meant. Haha. Well, duff? Broken? Not good in other words.
So my rug so far so good, he was in the living room but played
with toys, rather than munching his way through my rug.
As I sit here in my lovely lounge, my dogs are killing each
other. What with their bells on their collars and the growling from LF as
muffled sounds come from little Waggs, I’m thinking a head is in the lion’s mouth?
Hang on a sec, I must intervene.
Okay so they are sorted for the next 34 seconds. LF likes to
play a game where by he traps the Wagging one in the hall/porch and then she
has to try to get out, past him. It’s so funny but again I have to after a
while encourage Waggatail to come through or she would be in their forever.
Waiting, wondering, wagging.
Okay, now are you ready for the funny story? All I can say
is thank goodness for Tap Tap See on my IPhone.
“Why is that Fiona?”” I hear you say.
So this morning I made a lovely few, yep. Sandwiches for
breakfast, I know, it’s odd. I won’t tell you what I had in them, or will I?
Guess I have to because it’s part of the story. Well, a cheese slice cucumber
and spring onions. Yep, breakfast… Keep up… I’m gross when it comes to
conventional eating.
Piled nice and high, my supper, from last night, breakfast
and lunch. I made a cup of tea in our
hot water machine, oh Bloggets it’s the best thing I have ever bought for my
kitchen. Those of us who can’t see. It’s worth every penny. Or whatever your denomination
is.
Only thing about having a water machine, I’m drinking loads
more tea. About six cups per day. I only have coffee about twice a week though.
And I am English, so we are born drinking tea, right?
Carrying my plate and cup through to our huge conservatory
because that is where our dining table is, because our kitchen is just let’s
say, an odd shape. Very long but very narrow. And I’m not talking galley.
I placed with care my food and drink on our glass table. As
I sat down, something was next to my foot. Ug?
As I slid my foot to the right across the tiled floor, pushing
the object hoping to learn what it was by doing so, it was warm.
Fresh.
Oh my God. What was it? So Bloggets, do I
1, continue eating and drinking, just in a fast motion?
2, Get the heckers out of there and eat food at the
breakfast bar? Or 3, bend down and feel what the object is?
I opted for the first choice but with a twist. The twist
coming up. So, eating fast, putting my hand down on my plate to learn I ate so
fast the sandwiches were gone… oh this object, was bugging e. It was longish,
had the dogs brought something dead in from the garden? Had our dogs left us a gift
of what they should have done in the garden? Or something else…
Whatever it was, it wasn’t moving, but I could not get it
out of my head what the heck it was? Definitely warm and fresh. Hub let the
beasties out this morning so with him being in a hurry for work, as the taxi
picked him up today, he wouldn’t have noticed what they had brought in… That
was my thought. Second thought, open my IPhone and open the app Tap Tap See.
Take a picture of the floor. Well, the first one told me out
loud that it was a brown empty chair, now normally this would be good for
getting on busses, but it takes ages for the picture to come through, about
twenty seconds sometimes.
I always take two pictures. So I did from a slightly
different angle and the second one came up as grey tiled floor. Well, apart
from they are meant to be taupe?
From yet another
angle. This time it read sliced cucumber on a tiled floor. OK I spilled some
cucumber out from my sandwich. Not sure how? Then I dared to go to the hot
fresh beast on my floor and get up close and personal.
Then the real answer came over my phone in speech that was
so helpful. So when I heard, what did I do? 1, run like heck? 2, grab loads of
paper with a rubber glove and disinfectant? Or three, the third option… Yep,
that’s what I will do, answer number three.
What was it then? The voice on my phone read.
“Tiled floor with slices of cucumber next to some bread!!!!”
Hahahahaha I hadn’t eaten the food that fast, I’d blooming
dropped one of my sandwiches, so what did I do, option three, that’s right.
Called in my dogs. Well, you should have heard the noise of
their legs trying to run on a slippy wooden floor from their room to mine, to
get to the food?
I guess a mopping job for me now though, but no rubber gloves
needed. Took me in total to learn what it was about ninety seconds, Tap Tap See
is a life line for us. Last night trying to see what colour Hubs shirts were as
well, I used it. Whoever invented it, thank you but moreover, thank you that it
is free, as most things to do with our blindness is chargeable and charge the
earth just to rub in we can’t see, so hey, let’s fleece them too. Well Not T T
S. It’s totally free in the UK and a great product. Only thing is, they give
you the option to contact them and I wanted to, to say thanks but that side of
it isn’t accessible, not that I have found anyway.
Teen arrived yesterday, saw his tower, well, not his, but
you know what I mean? And today he is at the pleasure beach. He is driving home
tonight. I hope will be safe. He is a kid driving like an adult. Only been
driving a year and a half, it’s scary the distance he travels.
Talking of scary and driving, it is blooming scary to know
who is driving on our roads, seriously, some of the delivery people who come
here? Oh my? How?
Yesterday’s gent. Knocking on the door like the hit squad
about to smash down the door, for some reason they do not like to use our door
bell. Last one who came, Hub asked him why he didn’t use the bell? Man
answered. “Sometimes they don’t work!”
Well, try it and if you don’t hear it then knock? No, it’s
more fun to frighten the life out of us by bang banging on the door.
Well, the man yesterday. I opened the door. He asked me if I
was who I said I was? I said yes. He asked in a rather odd voice. Are you sure?
Well, hang on a cotton picking second and I will go and get my passport, just
to check and prove to you I am who I am, the person who bought the item you are
trying no, sorry, paid to deliver to me?
Well, I just answered yes. He then put the parcel into my
hands. Great, result, normally they wave it around like a lunatic or put it on
the door step though my arms are open for whatever…. That sounds so wrong? My
arms open for whatever? Haha. Shall I delete and change? Naha.
He put the parcel in my arms and asked me if I had it? No, I
don’t though you have now left go so it must be magic, as it’s still in the
air? Of course I have it…. Then he asked again if I was sure I had it. And
again asking if I was really the person who was meant to be getting the parcel?
No, it’s not really me.. So what was it?
Obviously the queen
jewels? No, disposable rubber gloves for cleaning the dog run. Hahhahahah. Oh
my life?
More later with love and a laugh.
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