The chimney sweep has just been. He was hilarious! Didn't stop chatting all the time he was here. I've never met him before but in the space of less than an hour I found out that his sons had been stalked by a weirdo when they were fishing by the bridge in town, that his daughter got a goodly clutch of GCSEs which cost him £300 because he'd bribed her to get good grades (he thought she wouldn't and she did! 'She did me over good and proper,' he said, as he rattled around in the woodburner), his wife loves reading, an old mate of his got divorced but within 6 months had found a whole new life doing Ceroc ('Goes all over the world he does, dancing with stunning women. You wouldn't think it to look at him - he's not a looker - skinny streak of nothing'), his neighbour has had 8 birds fall down his chimney this summer and FINALLY he's persuaded him to have a bird guard fitted...oh, it went on! Who needs telly when you've got real people, eh?
The two chaps who came on Monday to fit the windows and front door were less verbose. Aside from asking where the nearest shop was so they could fuel their fizzy drink and ciggie habits they just got on with the job and a bloomin' good job they did, too. I have been gazing at the new windows and door ever since with, I imagine, the same starry-eyed expression with which Victoria Beckham gazes at designed handbags. I expect our windows and door cost less though and are better at keeping out the wind and rain.
Here is the front door...
Nice, eh? Duck egg blue. Yum!
There has been a lot of wind and rain this week. It has shown how quiet it is now inside the house, with these new windows. Really quiet. The traffic noise, too, has been reduced to a barely-there whisper. I am truly amazed that such a difference has been made. Money well spent I think.
Of course, the bank balance has taken a bashing because we like to save up for big expenditures and pay for them outright rather than take out finance. Old-fashioned, I know, but at least it's all bought and paid for, job done. Andy and I sometimes have conversations along the lines of 'How come we never get any windfalls of money come our way? How come we have always had to work and save up for everything we've ever owned?' And it doesn't help when a couple of people I know have made false claims on car insurance for non-existence whiplash following minor traffic bumps and received payouts of a couple of thousand pounds each! Oh my goodness did that make me angry! Proper money for nothing.
But what I have to try and think is that Andy and I are professional people, both healthy enough and lucky enough to have good jobs. We are very fortunate, just in different ways, that is all. I think. That's what I keep telling myself anyway. Clear conscience a-go-go. (But it still makes me go 'Grrrrrrr.' Just a bit...)
Anyway, with boosting the bank balance in mind, I have today updated my CV and registered with a couple of tutoring agencies just to see if I can pick up some extra tutoring to supplement my in-school work. It's either that or send Primrose and Camilla down t'pit or oop t' chimney.
My goodness but that was a faff, the whole CV registering thing. You'd think it would be simple, wouldn't you, to upload a Word document to a website? Ha! No! They would only accept it via something called 'DropBox.' Which, if my fuddled brain understands correctly, is something to do with information being sucked up through the etherweb into something called the Eye Cloud and to then be rained back down into this DropBox doo-dah. I tell you, I liked it better when information was dragged acrossways and not up and then down again. Actually, I liked it even better when you sent information on paper in an envelope through the post, but *sighs* I suppose one mustn't be resistant to changes in technology.
Anyway, I had to set up yet ANOTHER internet account with yet ANOTHER set of log-in details which I suspect will now lead to me receiving MORE spam mail which will make me MORE cross than I already am. And then, when I tried to send my CV up, cloudwise, and then down again, boxwise, it vanished! I suppose I ought to read instructions about how to use these apps rather than just keep stabbing away at random icons until something looks like it might have worked.
So I tried again. And again. And then there it was! In the DropBox thingy AND on the agency website! Ta-dah!! What I reckon is that I was just to quick for the interwebbly. I reckon I am just too fast for technology. Anyway, all technoed out, I gave up for the morning and had an egg on toast for lunch, and some homegrown cucumber and tomatoes. And then the chimney sweep arrived and entertained me no end!