Friday, 8 September 2006

green with envy

So. Yesterday we spent up to our elbows in muck and bullets, sorting out the new office space. It is a really, really nice room; despite being partially underground.

And being next to the toilet is a *definite* advantage.

No. Really.

It's been redecorated throughout - the entire building has been undergoing a refurb, which is why it's taken so long to get sorted. We still don't have connected data or phone points, but that should be sorted as soon as the plugging-in guy comes back and literally, er, plugs us in.

So all in all, a productive day.

B is doing the rigging for some kind of evening event in Manchester today, with New-Guy Keith. He'll be back tomorrow morning about breakfast time. He's taken a sleeping bag and I'm hoping he'll be able to get some sleep in the Green Room at the venue while the show is on.

The Green Room at this particular place is behind the stage (no surprises there), with a very hard parquet floor; no furniture apart from one sofa put in there because it is far to uncomfortable for the hotel guests to use (I know because I have tried to sleep on it in the past); is freezing and has a not-quite shuttable door that leads in to a disused, very elderly and dirty gents toilet with a cracked window pane, a persistent non-locatable drip and no lightbulb. I think it might be one of the lesser entrances to hell.

My parents are arriving today for the weekend. This is a major, major thing for them; it's a really long way for them to drive - four-ish hours each way - and Dad is not going to be able to manage the stairs. My task once I've posted this is to sort out the study so that I can our two single beds down there for them.

They are bringing their own commode.

In other news:

  • I have invested £10 in a webcam. B is off to Australia for three weeks in October and we though we'd try keeping in touch online.
  • I found a real, live toad in the greenhouse on Wednesday. I have read that this can be interpreted as a sign that ones three-legged toad is working.
  • Did I mention my parents are visiting for the weekend? Ah. Yes. I didn't mention that I am so stressed about it that I want to but a bag on my head and move in to the chicken shed for the duration.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is all.

16 comments:

  1. Are we a little toilet obsessed? ;-)

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  2. I thought I was covering that up well :)

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  3. Australia for 3 weeks in October? Aww, he's only just going to miss the start of the Ashes down under.

    And when I say "down under" I am of course referring to Australia, not making any kind of inferrence about this alleged toilet obsession.

    While I understand that you're stressed about the parental visit, if you do move into the chicken shed that will give the cats attachment issues!
    Fingers crossed. Ply them with Sloe Gin!

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  4. Australia for 3 weeks in October? Aww, he's only just going to miss the start of the Ashes down under.

    And when I say "down under" I am of course referring to Australia, not making any kind of inferrence about this alleged toilet obsession.

    While I understand that you're stressed about the parental visit, if you do move into the chicken shed that will give the cats attachment issues!
    Fingers crossed. Ply them with Sloe Gin!

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  5. Parents' visits can indeed be stressful, but never fear: you have carrot whisky and a house large enough to warrant a table large enough to rock under in relative comfort. ;)

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  6. Parents' visits can indeed be stressful, but never fear: you have carrot whisky and a house large enough to warrant a table large enough to rock under in relative comfort. ;)

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  7. You should send B out with a camping pad as well as a sleeping bag, if he's sleeping on the floor!

    Parental visits can be torture, indeed. But hey--you can always hide in the loo for a long time. (They are useful for so many many things, these toilets!)

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  8. You should send B out with a camping pad as well as a sleeping bag, if he's sleeping on the floor!

    Parental visits can be torture, indeed. But hey--you can always hide in the loo for a long time. (They are useful for so many many things, these toilets!)

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  9. As you get older, the location of the toilet becomes ever more important...

    On the other hand, the stress level from company goes down...

    And, interestingly, in the Deep South the word "commode" is often used instead of the word "toilet". So from my linguistic background, I would have to say that this toilet obsession seems to run in the family!

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  10. As you get older, the location of the toilet becomes ever more important...

    On the other hand, the stress level from company goes down...

    And, interestingly, in the Deep South the word "commode" is often used instead of the word "toilet". So from my linguistic background, I would have to say that this toilet obsession seems to run in the family!

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  11. Beta-ing is best but so far I've avoided pressing the button. Does it hurt?

    3 weeks in Australia! Sounds good to me.

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  12. Beta-ing is best but so far I've avoided pressing the button. Does it hurt?

    3 weeks in Australia! Sounds good to me.

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  13. Ah! Webcams.. Must get one! Been saying that for ages, but I had a chat wth a DEAR friend yesterday who's got one! :-) It was so much fun. Lucky for me, badaid day and all, I could see him, but he couldn't see me. ;-)

    3 weeks in Aus? Cool. For him.

    Ally, I understand about the toilet thing. I have similar issues. I used to know all the public toilets within a 10 mile radius of where I lived a ferw years back. Things have since improved. Smae with the panic attacks. Have hope.

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  14. Ah! Webcams.. Must get one! Been saying that for ages, but I had a chat wth a DEAR friend yesterday who's got one! :-) It was so much fun. Lucky for me, badaid day and all, I could see him, but he couldn't see me. ;-)

    3 weeks in Aus? Cool. For him.

    Ally, I understand about the toilet thing. I have similar issues. I used to know all the public toilets within a 10 mile radius of where I lived a ferw years back. Things have since improved. Smae with the panic attacks. Have hope.

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  15. Myself and Himself commune by webcam most of the time. I can be ... interesting ;) He lives a good 2 hours away, btw - he's not in the next room or anything.

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  16. Myself and Himself commune by webcam most of the time. I can be ... interesting ;) He lives a good 2 hours away, btw - he's not in the next room or anything.

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