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I have a Bath!!
A curious exclaimation to find on a website, I know, but when you realise that I've been waiting for over a month for the bloody thing to be put in, you'll understand my excitement. For reasons to annoying to go into, I've been living in a house with no bath or shower for the past 5 weeks while somebody in darkest Peru bubble wraps precisely the right colour/size/shape taps to fit. Finally, having given up on darkest Peru, I walked into a shop last week and found a suitable alternative on the shelf. These weren't taps that were particularly expensive, custom built, or designer by any stretch of the imagination, but had to be a certain shape to fit an awkwardly shaped bathroom. It wasn't that they were even hard to find, just not in the right shop, i.e. in the shop I went to 5 weeks ago. My problem was believing them when they said they could not be found any where else as they were an old line. Since then I could have bought them on Ebay, knocked them up in the shed myself, reshaped the entire bathroom to match some normal bloody taps, or just stuck with a shower.
Nevermind, at least I have a bath now. No more using the showers in the gym, or washing in the sink, no having to explain to visitors that I'm not a squatter, no walking through town looking like I've slept under the bridge, and no sitting in cafes ringed by empty tables.
I'm going for a bath now, with lots of bubbles..
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Bathrooms up next for eviction. Look at that lovely green paint that emerged under the even worse wood paneling that i pulled down last night. The guy who put it up 20 years ago must have been in a bit of a hurry. It sucked! This was about 1am monday tuesday morning as i vanquished the army of spiders and horrible crap that appeared behind the paneling. How come Lawrence lewelyn bowen never gets cobwebs in his flowing locks? 
Look! There WAS a garden under all that crap!!
Finally got rid of all the dead trees, bushes etc from the back garden so I can actually see the shed for the trees. Couple of hours on the bike, and then I'm fit for Gibney's and a well earned pint. Or two. Cheeeeeeers!
(What are the chances of me getting an ad for TREK bikes or something at the top of the page if i keep mentioning saddles, road bikes, wheels, pedals, tour de france etc?. Beat the hell out of the ads for tulips I keep getting!)
Yes, Well, that features' coming on nicely! My garden is like the frontline of in the Somme at the moment, with all the holes i've had to dig over the weekend to get those bloody bushes out.I think the neighbours think I've lost something, or burying someone. Either way, they've stopped talking to me! I should wander around at midnight in a cowl with a candle, moaning, just to really freak them out.
Baby Muireann Calls around. My first visitor!
Baby Muireann Keogh and her dad Shane called around to see the house and give me a hand, as well as some advice. Muireanns advice was that the table mats belong on the floor, not on the table.Cha! Silly me. Never stops smiling this one! Cute, Really cute.
The Secret Garden
Think I might be getting carried away! Half the garden was taken up by a tree and some overgrown bushes. It was once a rockery decades ago, but has been let grow wild for years. Probably planted by the first owners in the 30's. The tree has been dead for a while anyway, outerwise I would have left it alone. I'm going to tidy it up and spread the soil around the garden to raise the level a bit at the back, and cover the 'oribble bare wall with some trellace or something. I wont cut it all back, just enough so I can see the garden. Any suggestions welcome Helen 'Greenfinger' Jelly!
Jesus, Alan Titchmarsh eat your heart out. I think I'd better get advice on what to plant though, seeing as I still mix up Tulips and Daffodils and barely recognise anything else. I once had an argument with a florist in Paddington that went a little like this:
Me: "Can I have a dozen of those Tulips please?"
Him: "They're Daffodils mate"
Me: "No they're not, they're Tulips
Him: "Mate, They're Daffs"
Me: "I know bloody Tulips when I see them!"
Him: "Mate, I'm a bloody florist"
Me: "Right..... Sorry......erm......Got any Tulips then?"
Never argue with an expert.
