Friday 20 January 2012
MMIL17
I few weeks ago I was perplexed. I'd been reading Middlemarch, George Elliot, while enjoying the truly remarkable writing, (written like close knitting), it didn't seem likely that I would ever reach the end.
It went on and on... I was not alone according the the forum I consulted!
The move of MMIL has that same never-ending monica. Will it ever end? Was it 2009 when the whole enterprise got under way? It surprised me to learn that it was only early Autumn 2011 when she decided she didn't want a lonely existence; she wanted company and family. 'Seemed like a good idea at the time!
Today we came across a blockage whist enquiring about progress on the line towards Exchange. We made some calls and in a couple of hours got the thing moving again. It took some heavy lifting to get the professionals off their backsides where they had been sitting since before Chrimbo, waiting for something to happen rather than making it happen at a cost of zillions of squids per hour.
It is our sincere hope that some conclusion can be reached this coming week when we can book Pickfords, call in Hyena House Clearance, dump a skip on the front lawn and put on the rubber gloves. At the other end we can call in the carpets, blinds, and TV/broadband installers and mow the lawn before it obscures the view of Bredon Hill. I wish!
Oh and I must get some new reading material now Dorothea is finally happy.
It went on and on... I was not alone according the the forum I consulted!
The move of MMIL has that same never-ending monica. Will it ever end? Was it 2009 when the whole enterprise got under way? It surprised me to learn that it was only early Autumn 2011 when she decided she didn't want a lonely existence; she wanted company and family. 'Seemed like a good idea at the time!
Today we came across a blockage whist enquiring about progress on the line towards Exchange. We made some calls and in a couple of hours got the thing moving again. It took some heavy lifting to get the professionals off their backsides where they had been sitting since before Chrimbo, waiting for something to happen rather than making it happen at a cost of zillions of squids per hour.
It is our sincere hope that some conclusion can be reached this coming week when we can book Pickfords, call in Hyena House Clearance, dump a skip on the front lawn and put on the rubber gloves. At the other end we can call in the carpets, blinds, and TV/broadband installers and mow the lawn before it obscures the view of Bredon Hill. I wish!
Oh and I must get some new reading material now Dorothea is finally happy.
Sunday 15 January 2012
MMIL 16
The sensation of a mounting pressure is palpable. MMIL is drunk with excited anticipation and bewilderment regarding the important matters of the conveyance. The bank survey has been completed and the 'yet-to-be-completed-report hovers over the game-board in search of it's place in the equation; once snuggled in, the whole firework display can illuminate the darkness of the preceding weeks of inactivity. The pressure is mounting and the accumulated tidal-wave will burst at any minute and we'll be dashing about to and fro discovering things floating away that we should have done in the lull.
Bless her, MMIL's been scuttling off to the tip with five binbags bags each time, admitting to not really knowing the precised contents - some bits of paper and stuff from that file, you know - 'tis best at this stage not enquire as the twice daily phone calls are a chore in themselves without prolonging.
The carpet and blinds for the Bung are in hand so the event that showed new growth back in the early Autumn, is positively blossoming, like the cherry trees around here, fooled by the False Spring. Pickfords are ready to receive instructions, next will be Wirral Council and the Charities! It will be soon enough to instruct MMIL NOT to order again from Sainsbury's Home Delivery. (Pickfords will be delighted to pack boxes of tinned tuns, and enough kitchen roll to cover Lords Cricket Ground).
A well, it's not quite time to un-cross limbs and digits; more like 'beware London busses' (3 at once)
Bless her, MMIL's been scuttling off to the tip with five binbags bags each time, admitting to not really knowing the precised contents - some bits of paper and stuff from that file, you know - 'tis best at this stage not enquire as the twice daily phone calls are a chore in themselves without prolonging.
The carpet and blinds for the Bung are in hand so the event that showed new growth back in the early Autumn, is positively blossoming, like the cherry trees around here, fooled by the False Spring. Pickfords are ready to receive instructions, next will be Wirral Council and the Charities! It will be soon enough to instruct MMIL NOT to order again from Sainsbury's Home Delivery. (Pickfords will be delighted to pack boxes of tinned tuns, and enough kitchen roll to cover Lords Cricket Ground).
A well, it's not quite time to un-cross limbs and digits; more like 'beware London busses' (3 at once)
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