(Wednesday) It's been a mixed weather day. No rain when I took out Alfie his morning. I didn't intend going out as early as I usually do, hoping to have a bit of a lie-in, much to Alfie's concern. We eventually got out at around 6.45.
Odd goings-on in the garden later in the day. The bird feeding station has become quite popular since I replenished it. It's taken some time to get a regular lot of birds visiting because it has been neglected since Carol was diagnosed. But there are other visitors who seem to enjoy the food which is in the various feeders. A rather fat and incompetent pigeon attempts to get food out of the round peanut feeder. This is probably easy enough for the smaller birds to negotiate, but a large pigeon cannot balance on the thing in order to feed off the peanuts it contains. Then it was visited by a squirrel, which manages to climb up the central pole that supports the bird feeding station. It has a rival, which came into the garden and sat on the grass nearby, looking cute, flicking it's tail and obviously intending raiding the feeding station.
Thursday. A bit of a disaster this morning. In my bedroom there is a built in wardrobe. Probably it's better to describe it as a hanging space for clothes. There is a shelf. I don't know who put that in, but it has always been in there all the time we've lived in the house. Also, a hanging rail. Also probably not part of the original cupboard fitting. Actually not intended as a hanging rail. I think it's just a cheap length of dowel rod and a former tenant put in. I have been hanging my clothes on it for I don't know how long. Carol used to hang her clothes on it. Whenever I iron a shirt it goes on it because the actual wardrobe, one of those flat-pack IKEA jobs, doesn't have sufficient space. But this morning I was about to take out a shirt to wear before taking Alfie out for his morning walk, the entire rail collapsed. I imagine the weight of the clothes was too much, but I had to pick up everything and attempt to put it in the IKEA wardrobe. As a result I was not feeling exactly on top form when I was walking around Eaglestone Park. I will now have to get something sturdier and more suited as a hanging rail to replace the one which has collapsed.
The collapsing hanging rail isn't the only broken thing in this house. One of the doors on the kitchen cupboards fell off the other morning. The side of the bath needs refining. The cistern in the upstairs bathroom toilet needs the mechanism which makes the water fill and then stop needs replacing because it doesn't stop filling. This was replaced around two years ago. The cold tap on the bathroom sink is loose. It needs tightening underneath. The seat of the downstairs toilet is loose but needs tightening. The entire seat needs replacing. The floor outside the bathroom has been in a parlous state in all the time we've lived in the house. I had someone look at this and to put new floor in would cost in the region of £300. We had to replace a large section of the garden fence several years ago and our beloved landlord has never repaid the cost, somewhere in the region of £250. I could describe more, but I think that is enough at the moment.
Phil and his son Robert have come back to sort out the garden. They've done a good job on the front of the house, getting rid of the weeds and grass which have sprung up between the paving slabs. I have the cordless grass trimmer for them to use. Not actually a'strummer,' but actually better. The only problem is that the thing only runs for around 20-30 minutes and then needs recharging, but it's easier than a corded machine because you don't have to manage it getting tangled and getting in the way and the danger of actually cutting the cable.
Thursday. A bit of a disaster this morning. In my bedroom there is a built in wardrobe. Probably it's better to describe it as a hanging space for clothes. There is a shelf. I don't know who put that in, but it has always been in there all the time we've lived in the house. Also, a hanging rail. Also probably not part of the original cupboard fitting. Actually not intended as a hanging rail. I think it's just a cheap length of dowel rod and a former tenant put in. I have been hanging my clothes on it for I don't know how long. Carol used to hang her clothes on it. Whenever I iron a shirt it goes on it because the actual wardrobe, one of those flat-pack IKEA jobs, doesn't have sufficient space. But this morning I was about to take out a shirt to wear before taking Alfie out for his morning walk, the entire rail collapsed. I imagine the weight of the clothes was too much, but I had to pick up everything and attempt to put it in the IKEA wardrobe. As a result I was not feeling exactly on top form when I was walking around Eaglestone Park. I will now have to get something sturdier and more suited as a hanging rail to replace the one which has collapsed.
The collapsing hanging rail isn't the only broken thing in this house. One of the doors on the kitchen cupboards fell off the other morning. The side of the bath needs refining. The cistern in the upstairs bathroom toilet needs the mechanism which makes the water fill and then stop needs replacing because it doesn't stop filling. This was replaced around two years ago. The cold tap on the bathroom sink is loose. It needs tightening underneath. The seat of the downstairs toilet is loose but needs tightening. The entire seat needs replacing. The floor outside the bathroom has been in a parlous state in all the time we've lived in the house. I had someone look at this and to put new floor in would cost in the region of £300. We had to replace a large section of the garden fence several years ago and our beloved landlord has never repaid the cost, somewhere in the region of £250. I could describe more, but I think that is enough at the moment.
Phil and his son Robert have come back to sort out the garden. They've done a good job on the front of the house, getting rid of the weeds and grass which have sprung up between the paving slabs. I have the cordless grass trimmer for them to use. Not actually a'strummer,' but actually better. The only problem is that the thing only runs for around 20-30 minutes and then needs recharging, but it's easier than a corded machine because you don't have to manage it getting tangled and getting in the way and the danger of actually cutting the cable.
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