|The Faithful Old Friend--Good-bye|
I wrote in my diary/calendar, “Faulkner—8.00 to 9.00 am—boiler replaced.” Each morning my alarm goes off at 7.00 am, so I get up and take my morning medications; unfortunately my bad habit is to return to bed for at least another hour. But Tuesday morning this was not an option. I got dressed in anticipation of the workman coming. It was 7:45 am, and I thought, “I’ll lay on the couch and snooze. I have between 15 minutes and an hour and 15 minutes.” I had just settled when the buzzer shrieked at me. It was 7:50 am—forget 15 minutes! I didn’t even get five!
The young man who was at the door was over six feet tall, and solidly built. After inviting him in I directed him to the kitchen to show him the boiler. He was so energetic and enthusiastic, I couldn’t help but ask: “Have you always been a morning person?”
“Oh yeah. I’ve been down in the car since 7.30 am, waiting. But I thought I’d ring the bell and see if it was okay to come up.”
“That’s fine.” I said, secretly wishing I could go back to bed. “By the way, my name is “Lady Helene”. “
The young man was bending over, removing cleaning products and laundry detergent from the sink. He was getting to the stop-cock under the sink. “My name’s Harry. They call me Harry Potter.”
“Would you like coffee, Harry?”
“That would be perfect.”
I poured coffee for him, and for myself. Harry made short work of the coffee and then made another trip to his vehicle to get equipment.
As Harry got to work, I excused myself, telling him I wasn’t feeling well and laid down to doze on the couch. I hate the trembling, weakness, and weariness that comes over me at times. But at least I was out of Harry’s way. I dozed about 90 minutes. When I got up I made some phone calls. I had learned that indeed I would need to work at home on Wednesday. That meant a phone call to the Vicar to inform him. After that I made a couple of other personal calls.
It was after lunch and I was checking my e-mail in my studio when Harry interrupted me. “Do you want the bad news first or the good news?”
I turned the chair to face him. “Well, Harry, the bad news first. Always the bad news first.”
“The bad news is your cooker is disabled. I found a gas leak. “
“Great!” I said with droll sarcasm “What’s the good news?” I asked a bit disheartened.
“You need a new cooker (stove & oven).” He said, philosophically.
Well, I wasn’t pleased by that news. It broke my heart to hear that I had to say good-bye to the old stove. That faithful gas cooker, with the grill at the top, had served me well in the eleven years I’d lived here. Every time I lit a match to light the burners or oven I was reminded of stove in Grandma’s kitchen. A new cooker would mean no need for matches; no more lighting memories along with the matches. Deep sigh.
Equally, I did not fancy having to spend money on a new major appliance. “The Maverick” is now seriously training for his 2,300 mile ride to raise awareness of human trafficking and raise support for two anti-slavery organisations.* He still needs to purchase plane tickets, some specialised bicycling clothes, and have cash for buying food along the way. The timing is just not good for needing a new cooker.
*(See “the Maverick’s blog” http://www.themaverickrides.blogspot.co.uk/).
But, “The Maverick” is using some of his limited spare time to search on-line for a new stove/oven/grill. He is great at doing research.
So, good-bye faithful friend.
|The New Duvet, awaiting the duvet cover|
Week before last I was at Sainsbury’s, shopping for groceries. Remembering that Sainsbury’s was the store a friend had bought some tea towels that looked very similar to Cath Kidston designs,( https://www.cathkidston.com/) I went down the house wares aisle. I didn’t find the tea towels. But I DID find a beautiful duvet set—luscious yellow background, with red roses and peonies. It was £20, very reasonably priced. The last time I’d bought duvet covers was 2003 in South Africa. We were due! So, I bought it! Say hello new Duvet cover.
The duvet on our bed was on “The Maverick’s” bed long before I ever arrived here in England. It was old, stained, and getting flimsy. I refused to put the new duvet cover on the skanky old duvet. This time I asked “The Maverick” if our budget could afford a new duvet. While it was possible to get one for about £20, I wanted to invest in a high quality duvet. I found what I wanted on clearance price at Soak and Sleep, an on-line store. (http://www.soakandsleep.com/).
|A Fresh Bed!|
So, good-bye stove, hello, duvet set, and new duvet. Now, I’m just waiting for hello new cooker!
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