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Wet, wet, wet...what, inside?
Oct. 15th, 2024 04:59 pm First thing after today´s breakfast was a thorough mopping of the conservatory. It had been raining hard during night, and a lot of the rainwater had made it inside- we now have a very wet carpet, a lamp with wet golden feet (now let´s see how long the gold will stay on the wood, or if I will have to repaint), the wooden corner booth once again showered in rain water. Barad-dûr got flooded, good that it´s only the box which got soaked, the rest is still safely stored in plastic. Hubby was on the conservatory´s roof, when the sun finally came out. It´s the gutter, or better said, the things in the gutter that made the water use non-conventional ways to find its way down. One of them was a tennis ball, which thwarted leaves and dirt to go down the designated way. How come that this one made it onto the conservatory roof? I think that I will have a word with grandchild number four, a dreaded thrower of objects! Hubby brought the dehydrating breather, and all will be well soon. Yet I was able to finish the jigsaw. Good that no puzzle pieces had deserted onto the floor, would have been a disaster!
After lunch (yay, leftovers!) my car was off with hubby. Husband picked up carpets from a neighbour, brought them to the rubbish tip, bought more flowers for new plantings on mum´s grave... he knows how to entertain himself! Since no house elf was within sight I did four more rows on the cardigan, creating another chaos with the balls. I am pretty sure that this cardigan will never get finished, I do not have the nerves for so much unwanted excitement!
BTW: When daughter was here she kept her promise and taught me some details to get safe through the perilious ways of using the Internet. She turned on my PC, took the note with the password- in my age I´m better playing safe, since I change it regularly- but started to laugh loudly when she was about to type it in. "Mum, have you ever spared a thought of where you have to click when you enter your password?" Umm, no? I changed my background a while ago, it´s a very irate potions master storming towards me, the artwork straight from Deviantart. Lets say that my cursor had to hit a very peculiar place if I wanted to get surfing. I wonder that I did not get hexed into the next millenium until now! But no way that I will change my desktop background!
After lunch (yay, leftovers!) my car was off with hubby. Husband picked up carpets from a neighbour, brought them to the rubbish tip, bought more flowers for new plantings on mum´s grave... he knows how to entertain himself! Since no house elf was within sight I did four more rows on the cardigan, creating another chaos with the balls. I am pretty sure that this cardigan will never get finished, I do not have the nerves for so much unwanted excitement!
BTW: When daughter was here she kept her promise and taught me some details to get safe through the perilious ways of using the Internet. She turned on my PC, took the note with the password- in my age I´m better playing safe, since I change it regularly- but started to laugh loudly when she was about to type it in. "Mum, have you ever spared a thought of where you have to click when you enter your password?" Umm, no? I changed my background a while ago, it´s a very irate potions master storming towards me, the artwork straight from Deviantart. Lets say that my cursor had to hit a very peculiar place if I wanted to get surfing. I wonder that I did not get hexed into the next millenium until now! But no way that I will change my desktop background!
