Tuesday, 23 May 2006

just resting

Cripes.

First up, I'm not feeling that great today. Stress makes me react rather oddly at the best of times and in addition I have been bolstering my system with large quantities of Carroty Nectar of an evening. Which although relaxing at the time, has the slight disadvantage of decreasing the effectiveness of the anti-depressant medication. Hence I feel too unwell to go out to my CBT session or post my eBay parcel at the Post Office. Ooops.

First thing, I spent a couple of hours looking at the pay software and rocking, whimpering slightly. B phoned mid-morning to ask how I was and picked up on the whimpering in my voice ... . He manfully phoned the Sarcastic Accountant (Pia, I think you're Dad was right, sarcasm is high up the 'required skills' part of the job description of all accountants) and then phoned me back with a quick-and-dirty solution to calculating the pay manually and getting it BACS'd out.

Sarcastic Accountant is going to come over some time next week and unravel the mess that between us the software and I have made of it all. I think I love him.

THE houseNext, the estate agent we put an offer in to for House Number One came back and asked for contact details for solicitors and financial advisors so that he can check our ability to make good our offer. This is fine ... but we have had no definite response from the vendors. And since we offered the asking price - because the house has only been on the market for a week - we are thinking that they are preparing to muck about and see if they can get a better offer from someone else.

Then to add spice to the whole thing, the estate agent for House Number Two on our list of likes came back to us and asked for feedback. We said the property was lovely but we had gone for another one in the same village that was a bit cheaper. The estate agent said that the vendor of her house would probably be prepared to accept an offer.

So in a fit of recklessness I put an offer in of the same price we put in for House Number One. And it's been accepted.

I feel slightly bemused.

And now, here is a parrot story.

African Grey ParrotOne of the things we have enjoyed about the last couple of weeks house-hunting is all the interesting people we've met.

The inhabitants of House Number Three on our list of likes had a seven year old African Grey (sorry Stegbeetle, not a Norweigan Blue). B was enchanted by her and the enchantment seemed to be mutual. She was flirting with him heavily through the side of her cage and sticking her tounge out at him, which in parrot-language apparently means that you are right in there.

He was stroking her beak where she was poking it through the cage and generally chatting away to her and she was chatting back; not in English, just in Parrot, but clearly very engaged with the conversation.

I went out to the kitchen to ascertain the position of some bread-ovens that were hidden behind the wall cabinets ... and there was a squawk from B and a chatter from the parrot, shortly followed my Mrs Vendor coming in to the kitchen to get some plasters.

It had bitten his finger.

Quite badly.

I am laughing as I type, I know I am a Bad Wife, but it was very funny indeed. The parrot had clearly drawn him in by lulling him in to a false sense of security and then nipped him, just to show him who was boss.

The vendors also told us a story about a parrot that they knew who was allowed to fly free and had flown in to the vicar's garden in their old village; when the vicar ambled out and greeted it, it responded to him with "Get back in your fucking cage, you!".

We would have bought their house on the strength of the parrot connections alone, but it was four miles from a post office.

So that's pretty much where we are today.

I think I might have a lie-down with Lord Peter Wimsey now and see if it clears my head a bit.

That is all.

UPDATE: Sorry Doris, I've put a link in! :). And added illuminating illustrations ...


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20 comments:

  1. Enjoy Jeeves et al and good luck with number 2!

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  2. She was flirting with him heavily through the side of her cage and sticking her tounge out at him, which in parrot-language apparently means that you are right in there.

    Or in any other language me thinks. Men are always such suckers for a flirt. At least I am not the only one with Ebay guilt.

    Hugs and a Strawbridge :{

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  3. She was flirting with him heavily through the side of her cage and sticking her tounge out at him, which in parrot-language apparently means that you are right in there.

    Or in any other language me thinks. Men are always such suckers for a flirt. At least I am not the only one with Ebay guilt.

    Hugs and a Strawbridge :{

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  4. I want to marry that parrot.

    Seriously.

    Good news on the house front; at least with house no. 2, it seems there's less potential for evil, evil bidding wars. Hate estate agents. Christ they're evil, aren't they? Lemonbalm wine help?

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  5. I want to marry that parrot.

    Seriously.

    Good news on the house front; at least with house no. 2, it seems there's less potential for evil, evil bidding wars. Hate estate agents. Christ they're evil, aren't they? Lemonbalm wine help?

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  6. That's too funny. Have fun with the house hunting. And be careful. Don't want all of them to accept the offers. Then what are you gonna do?

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  7. That's too funny. Have fun with the house hunting. And be careful. Don't want all of them to accept the offers. Then what are you gonna do?

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  8. Did you post pictures of house number 2? I can't remember, and am too lazy -- I mean, pressed for time -- to go back and check.

    Love the parrot story! Good to know the game of flirtation is played by all species.

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  9. Did you post pictures of house number 2? I can't remember, and am too lazy -- I mean, pressed for time -- to go back and check.

    Love the parrot story! Good to know the game of flirtation is played by all species.

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  10. "Lord Peter Wimsey" Umm - thicko here and I am sure it is summat simple.

    Funny parrot and poor hubby and his little finger-winger. Awwww.

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  11. "Lord Peter Wimsey" Umm - thicko here and I am sure it is summat simple.

    Funny parrot and poor hubby and his little finger-winger. Awwww.

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  12. I spent a few years wishing that I were Harriet--well a few minutes each time I read a Lord Peter Wimsey book. Got my love of him from my mom

    Never wish luck after a bid--do you say "it's not over until the fat lady sings?" Our expression for many things but especially buying a house

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  13. I spent a few years wishing that I were Harriet--well a few minutes each time I read a Lord Peter Wimsey book. Got my love of him from my mom

    Never wish luck after a bid--do you say "it's not over until the fat lady sings?" Our expression for many things but especially buying a house

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  14. never been able to get on with Wimsey.

    good luck on the house front. hope it goes smoothly

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  15. never been able to get on with Wimsey.

    good luck on the house front. hope it goes smoothly

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  16. "Men are always such suckers for a flirt" - tsk, rumbled again!!
    I hope B will forgive me but Bwahahahaha! We used to have a guinea pig which used to make a habit of doing the same thing but to children.

    I hope your offer for house #1 isn't accepted too - that might complicate things!

    Ah, Lord Peter is from my part of the country. Ever read "The Nine Tailors"? That's probably my favourite but my brother is a bell-ringer and the whole story rotates around bells.

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  17. "Men are always such suckers for a flirt" - tsk, rumbled again!!
    I hope B will forgive me but Bwahahahaha! We used to have a guinea pig which used to make a habit of doing the same thing but to children.

    I hope your offer for house #1 isn't accepted too - that might complicate things!

    Ah, Lord Peter is from my part of the country. Ever read "The Nine Tailors"? That's probably my favourite but my brother is a bell-ringer and the whole story rotates around bells.

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  18. Thanks and lol! I thought Lord Peter Wimsey might have been a euphemism for say a cold cloth on the head or a strong drink or maybe something more exciting in the boudoir!

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  19. Don't tell him I said so but there's something about B's good looks that I can see appealing to an African Grey.

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  20. Don't tell him I said so but there's something about B's good looks that I can see appealing to an African Grey.

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