Dad Joke of the Day came to me early when some fellow dog walkers coming the other way said “Hello, gorgeous!”
“Ooh, thank you!” I replied, nonchalantly tussling my hair and striking a coquetteish pose.
A hundred and thirty days since we got flooded out of our home, and remedial works are starting to ramp up. Today an electrician, tracing a fault that’s developed in the wiring, cut a hole through a wall to repair it and threw up so much dust that it’s hard to see anything!
I was nearby, helping a restoration company assess the damage to the ride-on lawnmower that was in the garage and whose motor hasn’t started since (the garage saw some of the deepest water that hit us), when I heard the fire alarm and went to check on them. All is well: we don’t need to add ‘fire’ to the list of disasters befalling our house this year!
125 days since our house flooded, and the damaged furniture fittings, floors, underfloors, and now inner walls have been torn out.
Over a third of a year since we had to move out, I’m optimistic that perhaps, at last, reconstruction work is almost ready to begin.
It’s a long, slow process. And there’s clearly a way to go. But it’s good to see progress happening.
🎶 It starts with sausage,
A hot dog in a bun.
One simple sausage,
Put some mustard on one…
Is it just me, or are (sinner) Sir Pentious‘s colours reminiscent of a hot dog?
Making another attempt at learning to tango, this time at a more-beginner, more-local class. It’s still super hard but he makes me question whether I even know how to walk, let alone dance, but I love it so much!