"I see the men are still not happy about the size of their ?????, Tompkins."
Sunday, 17. February 2008, 02:05:25
Yesterday I woke up laughing like a drain. 'What a perfect catchphrase that would make' I thought. In my head I had the fast fading picture of a black and white movie showing the back of a man wearing an officer's style WWI great-coat standing in front of a table. 'I must remember that' I thought.
I've forgotten. It's gorn. Departed like it was never there. One word.
The important word.
I can't even remember why it was so funny, only that it set my day off to the best possible start.
Which was just as well because when I got to the bathroom I heard something going drip-drip-drip. It was coming from the airing cupboard. Yup. Sure enough. Everything down the left hand side of the cupboard was drenched. Soaked to the cloth equivalent of bone.
First things first. I turned off the water, it only seems like days since the last time I turned it back on. Then I bagged up all the wet blankets, sheets, clothes, towels, odd socks, and various other sundries and quickly discovered just how much weight water adds to the proceedings, so I split the load between 4 bags and went downstairs where I began hanging them out on our little revolving drying frame. It quickly became obvious that not only had it only enough room for a tiny portion of the wet stuff, but that it would probably suffer lasting damage if I attempted it, so I made a quick call to my sister who told me to drive down to her place of work and she'd give me the keys to her place where I could go and use their high speed spin and their clothes drier.
The number of times she's told us to get a drier and I keep saying 'What? With all this global warming going on?'. I'm beginning to see her point.
Amazingly we managed to do nearly all the drying before she and her husband arrived home and by the time we left we only had half a bag of still wet stuff to dry out.
Today I was going to put everything back into the airing cupboard and set up a drying frame by the fire for the oddments left over, but there was a problem. It had been dripping again.
I clambered up and inspected where I figured the water was coming from, but it didn't even seem to be damp up there.
Mysteries. I hate mysteries. As I balanced there with one foot on the bathroom cabinet and one of the heater the thermostat clicked on again.
Within moments water was running out of the nut that connects the overflow pipe to the hot water tank. I gave it a twist, it was completely loose so I tightened it up as far as it would go, nearly burning my fingers off in the process, and all that happened was that the hot water now ran out of the back of the nut instead of the front of it.
So, off with the heater and off with the water again. Now I'm sitting here trying to think over all the probable causes for the leak, and all I can think of is "What the heck was that word in the punchline of my dream?"
I've forgotten. It's gorn. Departed like it was never there. One word.
The important word.
I can't even remember why it was so funny, only that it set my day off to the best possible start.
Which was just as well because when I got to the bathroom I heard something going drip-drip-drip. It was coming from the airing cupboard. Yup. Sure enough. Everything down the left hand side of the cupboard was drenched. Soaked to the cloth equivalent of bone.
First things first. I turned off the water, it only seems like days since the last time I turned it back on. Then I bagged up all the wet blankets, sheets, clothes, towels, odd socks, and various other sundries and quickly discovered just how much weight water adds to the proceedings, so I split the load between 4 bags and went downstairs where I began hanging them out on our little revolving drying frame. It quickly became obvious that not only had it only enough room for a tiny portion of the wet stuff, but that it would probably suffer lasting damage if I attempted it, so I made a quick call to my sister who told me to drive down to her place of work and she'd give me the keys to her place where I could go and use their high speed spin and their clothes drier.
The number of times she's told us to get a drier and I keep saying 'What? With all this global warming going on?'. I'm beginning to see her point.
Amazingly we managed to do nearly all the drying before she and her husband arrived home and by the time we left we only had half a bag of still wet stuff to dry out.
Today I was going to put everything back into the airing cupboard and set up a drying frame by the fire for the oddments left over, but there was a problem. It had been dripping again.
I clambered up and inspected where I figured the water was coming from, but it didn't even seem to be damp up there.
Mysteries. I hate mysteries. As I balanced there with one foot on the bathroom cabinet and one of the heater the thermostat clicked on again.
Within moments water was running out of the nut that connects the overflow pipe to the hot water tank. I gave it a twist, it was completely loose so I tightened it up as far as it would go, nearly burning my fingers off in the process, and all that happened was that the hot water now ran out of the back of the nut instead of the front of it.
So, off with the heater and off with the water again. Now I'm sitting here trying to think over all the probable causes for the leak, and all I can think of is "What the heck was that word in the punchline of my dream?"
WIDGETIZE