Showing posts with label Home Sweet Home. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Home Sweet Home. Show all posts

Wednesday, 21 July 2010

Magnolia Convulsions

Today has been a day off... which means I've spent all day sweating my ass off painting random parts of the house.

The house is a bit of a dump, we rent and have been here for over 8 years, the guy who owned the place before our landlord was a complete bodge merchant and both the quality and style of decoration is poor, to say the least. Our bedroom used to have dark jade lower walls and dark terracotta upper walls, it was the stuff nightmares are made of.

We have managed over time to sort out a couple of rooms, but most of the house is covered in my arch-nemesis... woodchip. I loathe and detest woodchip with an unholy passion, anyone caught using it should be hung, drawn, quartered, buried in a pit full of fire ants, dug up again, danced on by elephants wearing stillettos and fed to bears, at the very least.

The biggest problem with the foul stuff (other than the fact that it's a bastard to remove) is that it's usually put up by lazy ass types to hide less than perfect walls... so if you do manage to get it off you then have the walls to sort out as well. The other big problem is that it's used a lot by tightwads who then paint it with magnolia emulsion and you end up with a room that looks like someone has gone to town with several gallons of this stuff...

Saturday, 17 July 2010

It is as I always suspected...

... we are indeed, very batty.

Having been shown by Batwoman yesterday the most likely entrances to the roost, we stood last night and watched them fly out. We counted at least 30 and we know they are raising young, amazed that there are so many there, we had no idea!

We also have house sparrows nesting in the loft (yet another "at risk" in this country), I became quite giddy at the thought of hosting a sanctuary for endagered and at risk critters and asked Bod when the Orangutans would be arriving.

Waiting for Batwoman

I am awaiting the arrival of a lady who is coming to look at the bats in our loft.

Sadly, and much to my dear husbands disappointment, her "batmobile" is an aging Saab with a rather loud brake squeek. Oh, and she doesn't wear a cape and tights, or at least not out in public, what she gets up to in the privacy of her own home I have no idea.

I am also waiting for the dogs toys to finish their joy ride in the tumble drier. I would have hung them out but the weather at the moment is changeable to say the least. Anyway,it's MUCH more entertaining to watch Tigger, Gromit, Lamby, Snakey1 and Snakey2, Octopus and assorted others whizzing around in the drum... or maybe I'm just a little twisted.