Sunday 23 December 2012

Blog54[11]...Bah Humbug...



Blog 54 [11]…bah humbug…BUT…Merry Christmas too!

 ‘Twas  the day before Christmas Eve…when all through the house…not a creature was stirring…not even a… workman…and everywhere was covered in inches of dust…’

At the time of writing this I am sitting in the back bedroom which, you may remember, we converted into a study after the ‘Bridezilla’ moved out…I have had to squeeze through the piles of boxes and junk from the kitchen and am sitting curled up in the cold with a candle on the desk…the sky outside is grey and the cold is sticking to the window…I am surrounded by boxes, rolled up carpets, pieces of pipes and my favourite Christmas decorations waiting to be used… yes you have guessed it; the kitchen is still not finished and there is a problem with the heating hence the coldness of this little room; and the candle? No not for light or warmth just a little reminder that it is nearly Christmas! It smells lovely and I can close my eyes and pretend that my kitchen is finished and that my tree is decorated and lit and that all the presents are bought and wrapped and all the food shopping is done and …and…and…and then I open my eyes to realisation and POW! Back down to earth!

At the end of my last blog I did say that I would be back in the week beginning the 10th December…well here we are … except that it is nearly the week beginning the 24th December! The last few weeks have been so hectic and this week has been a total nightmare and the time has run away with me. I have not had a moments peace…and I have found myself most days holed up in the garage [converted to the family room…] doing little jobs like writing cards, ironing, de-cluttering drawers…anything so that I am able to see the vans drive up for deliveries of fixtures and fittings or workmen…you see the doorbell doesn’t work and if they don’t get a quick response then they’re off and that’s another day gone! The fact that I say I’ll be in all day doesn’t seem to register yet it works the other way round when they say they’ll be here I wait…and wait… the worst part is deciding when to go to the loo because if I stick a note on the door like “Be back in 10” or “knock loudly I’m upstairs and I’m deaf…” am I inviting burglars to have a go?

I had thought that when workmen say ‘It’ll be ready for Christmas…’ then they mean like now…you know…with a few days to spare but I’m feeling that it’s only me that talks about it being Christmas now and that the real Christmas for workers is actually up to midnight on Christmas Eve!! I felt that we had had all the back luck we were going to have at the start of this project with floods and things and that now things would begin to run smoothly …I know I’m in cloud cuckoo land as my mother would say! As I said previously the heating engineers had major problems just as my kitchen was due to arrive and they had another contract to work on so they had to leave me to honour that commitment…commendable I know but I wish they’d stayed! So there was heating in the house, but  a few of the radiators were cool, and of course there was a huge hole in the bathroom floor as well as there being no heating in the conservatory…which now has become damp and mouldy due to this lack of heating… plus now there are pools of water from leaking pipes; the ‘Hubby’ has had to cut sponges up to pad round the leaks in an effort to stem the flow! I’ll tell you how cold it had got in there bearing in mind this is to be our main dining room after the kitchen is finished, I emptied the old fridge freezer in preparation for the new one and there were a few frozen meals that we could defrost for our evening meal…2 weeks later they are still defrosting! Well there are lots of changes but every job creates a new problem…for example the new cooker, dishwasher, washer, drier and fridge freezer arrived before the old ones were collected and the man buying them was delayed which meant all the appliances were standing in the kitchen along with boxes of new cupboards! The workmen measuring a stencil for the worktop had just completed the stencil which had to remain without so much as a midge’s wing of movement so that they could mark the walls and the gas man arrived to connect the cooker. Of course the cooker needed a wider gas pipe so that meant that the connection had to be altered and the fitter was called away for an emergency leaving total chaos for a few days…and of course the new pipes chiselled into my newly plastered, newly painted walls had to be re-plastered and are drying so I still have the painting to do…but there is the light at the end of the tunnel: the cupboards are hinged with the wrong hinges but at least they are fixed to the walls, the cooker is now connected, the worktops are now fitted and so this week the tiler has set about tiling the walls and then he had the floor to tile ready for the next stage: ah bliss I hear you say ah well…

He needed some wood to wedge the bottom tiles and so he sent ME in search of it so he could get started…

I thought that you just walk into the wood shop and say ‘I’d like 3 metres of the thin stuff please…’

Ha! No you don’t…you go to the store in the back of beyond where all the tradesmen go and are so busy that you get in their way…and park in their spot…and bump your car against an abandoned pile of wood because these men are watching and it makes you nervous: then you traipse around looking gormless at the huge sheets of wood: all different types for internal, external, thick, thicker, thinner; you choose a sheet and then a young man cuts it to the size you want…what? I only wanted a couple of strips…in panic I drove to the ‘Hubby’s’ place of work and asked him how do I get the right wood…he is so, so patient…he came with me and talked about 2 be 2 and 3 be 3…and heaven’s knows what and then he called the tiler…for goodness sake I never thought of that!

I have gained a lot of experience over the past few weeks: for example the language of workmen…or should I say the vocabulary; tea 1 without means: 1 tea with 1 sugar and no milk; coffee 2, 1 with 2 and 1 none : translates into; 2 coffees 1 with 2 sugars and 1 with no sugar and finally tea 1 leave it: means 1 tea with 1 sugar and leave the bag in! I’ve also visited the tile trading place where they saw so much of me over a few days that I’m sure they were going to invite me to their Christmas do… [old joke I know!]I had to get some more adhesive…then swop a length of plastic edging for 2 lengths of a square edged edging, then another box of tiles, then return an extra bag of grey grouting for a bag of black, then ask about a different edging…they were always very polite and remembered me so I didn’t have to keep getting the post code right in order to use the trademan’s discount card!

Each night I have been washing up in the ensuite…yes I even stuck the plates under the shower at one point…I have shifted boxes and tried to damp dust around the house to keep the dust down…does it work? Not sure as you can still write your name or other familiar words in it…thank you boys!

After what seems like months with no sink and no washing machine…no water some days…they are now plumbed in and are working round the clock to clear the back log of bedding and towels etc…I know I could have gone to a launderette but when? I have had to stay in the house in case any workmen show up!

Here’s another gripe: why when it’s so cold do they leave the doors open? Icy blasts blow through these open doors and chill me through to the bone whilst they are cosy in the kitchen! I know, I know I’m ungrateful but I now realise that I am not made to cope with all the tools and bits of drills and screws and sawdust and mucky footprints everywhere and I certainly will never be doing this again…that is of course AFTER we have mended the bathroom!

So let’s turn my thoughts to nicer things…ah yes Christmas…I have watched with envy as friends and family have posted beautiful pictures of Christmas trees and other decorations on Facebook. I have envied friends who have had the chance to meet up for coffee, cakes, mince pies and a chat…whilst I watched my very slow transformation! But I have had a break so it’s not all doom and gloom. I went on a coach trip with the ‘Bridezilla’ and some cousins to Birmingham on a shopping trip. This has been planned for 12 months: all that time ago I had thought that by the time we go I will have had my kitchen fitted, my shopping will have been done and I will be able to relax and buy a few extra treats! Ha! Well anyway, we stopped for a few hours in a beautiful little place called Lichfield which had lovely shops and the ‘Bridezilla’ and I visited the Cathedral where an orchestra was practicing for Christmas services; the music was stunning and we felt like we were in a film whereby the heroine walks in slow motion to haunting music; we were walking silently through this magnificent building with our own theme tune! [I didn’t look up, being mindful of the episode in the Durham Cathedral!] The markets were buzzing with Christmas cheer and I bought sugar mice for the Christmas stockings from an ‘old fashioned sweet shop’. [Actually it was set out exactly how I remember sweet shops as a child! How old am I?] We arrived at the hotel with enough time to shower and change ready for a wonderful roast turkey dinner; 3 courses, plenty wine, a few games of cards and lots of giggles later the ‘Bridezilla’ and I retired to our hotel bedroom…where she claimed the double bed! Ah well I didn’t mind it was a little treat away for her too…except that the single bed I was in was very narrow and as I turned over to snuggle down I felt myself slipping over the edge and landed in a heap against the wall! The room was very dark and she laughed at me when I got up to open the curtains a little to let some light in: so that I could see that there was no one hiding in the corner. Then she had to come and check the window for me because I couldn’t get it to lock…what if someone climbed in? Then I stumbled about in the dark trying to be quiet, to get to the bathroom…I stumped my knee against the chair, fell against the wall and as I put my hands out I felt the TV and realised I was walking in the wrong direction…good job she’d locked the window or I’d have ended up on the balcony! Next morning, after a wonderful full English breakfast, we arrived in Birmingham where we shopped until we dropped…literally! Ah the smells of sugared almonds, pretzels, doughnuts, sausages…mmm the mulled wines [two huge mugs actually…!] the hot chocolate…the chill on our cheeks and the music in the air…it was fabulous! The Christmas markets were lit up, the stores were buzzing, the buildings were fantastic: huge 3 and 4 storey shops, all linked with one another! I need to go again just to see the parts we missed!

I have to say that the ‘Bridezilla’ has inherited a bit of my ‘dizziness’; we had arranged to meet up with my cousin and her two daughters for a drink at 1.30pm. Suddenly she announced that we were going to be late and practically dragged me to the other end of the market….by which time of course the mulled wines had worked their magic and I needed the Ladies toilet. In desperation I texted my cousin to apologise for being late as we were in the large bookshop on the third floor in a queue for the loo...why are there only ever one or at the most two toilets for ladies and why are they so far away? Do the men designing these buildings not understand how a lady’s bladder works? Worse still if she has a few children in tow! Then my cousin texted back to say we were supposed to be meeting at 1.30 and did we still want to meet? Oh no! We were so late and they would have wasted time waiting for us! Eventually we emerged just as they were approaching the shop…thing is it turned out that it was only 12.30 as the ‘Bridezilla’ had mis-read her watch! Good excuse though for another mulled wine before setting off again!

The day flew by and I felt all the problems that we had had dissolve away as I enjoyed the excitement of Christmas…my all time favourite part of the year!

My mother always made it magical; as little ones we would come downstairs early in the morning and find the tree decorated and lit up with presents set out in special piles. The fire would be taking the chill off the room and the smell of the turkey cooking and fresh fruit filled the air. My mother taught us how to write our letters to Father Christmas neatly so that he could read what we would like! We sat watching her mix the cake ingredients and we took turns to scrape the bowl or lick the spoon. She let us help decorate the Christmas chocolate log and we made Christmas cards with glitter and pictures. As we got older we wanted to decorate the house with tinsel and paper chains and balloons but we could only put the tree up after the ‘Big-sister’ had had her birthday on the 10th of December. Then of course in our early twenties Christmas was a time for party dresses, new hairstyles and nights out. I think I inherited my mother’s gene for trying to make Christmas brilliant for everyone and I will spend a long time choosing presents, hiding them and then wrapping them whilst listening to Christmas records! I get as much excitement out of giving as I do out of getting!

At college as First Year students at the end of the Christmas term, we were instructed that we were to go bed at 9.00pm and not to leave our rooms until we were called for the next morning. Feeling a bit apprehensive about what the older students were going to do to us, we did actually stay in our rooms…early the next morning we were woken up by the sound of bells ringing and Christmas music blasting out and as I left my room I was amazed at the sight of the Christmas decorations strewn around the corridor, on the doors and a lovely Christmas tree: we were treated to a special breakfast and then a pantomime! It was like being a child all over again, the surprise and that magical feeling! As a teacher I have loved being a part of the Christmas preparation and keeping the magic alive for little ones. In one school the children would all go into the school hall for a carol concert with the head teacher and then the rest of the staff would decorate the corridors in a traditional fashion with paper chains, snowmen, winter scenes painted on the windows and the children would emerge to these wonderful sights and find Santa sitting in the reception area with a little present for them all. Seeing children’s faces light up with the excitement made the effort worthwhile. I have tried to keep the magic of Christmas going for my own children. I introduced different things over the years which have become our traditions: Santas’ elves decorate the tree after we have put the lights on and sat the fairy at the top; a little present is left under the tree for each of them which is usually a chocolate selection box and a Christmas movie and it has been wonderful watching them as little ones to walk into the room on the first morning that the tree is ready and see their excitement; we all have new pyjamas for Christmas Eve and the boys have special Christmas bedding for that night too! We have stockings that we open on our bed first and then I go downstairs and switch the tree lights on and the fire and Bing Crosby Christmas classics playing in the background! The boys never know what they are getting…as they have got older they have printed me their ‘wish’ list of ideas and they have a set budget that they stick to…the best shopping experience for me has been when they have found items on the internet; printed off a list with pictures and information including prices and where to order them from and handed it to me! That Christmas I literally ordered everything on line and wrapped them as they arrived! This year has been slightly harder as I have been unable to pop out as often as I would like but eventually I have their gifts…including a surprise present which is a great tradition because each year I buy them something that they have not asked about on their list but may have passed comment on during the year! The fact that they ‘know’ how Santa works hasn’t as yet diminished their excitement. [When I told the ‘Intelligent-Cutie-pie about Father Christmas and how dad and I were the ones filling the stockings his face crumpled, his eyes filled with tears and he looked me straight in the face and said; “So you’ve lied to me all these years…?” I think I was more upset!]

So here we are…nearly Christmas and I have so much more to do my mind has been so full of the building work I’ve had little room left in my brain for anything else but I think I’ve got it all covered…

the workmen have clocked off now for the Christmas holidays and I have an unfinished but workable kitchen…the set of lights around the middle of the tree have fused…but at least it's still standing...there is dust everywhere…I have some wrapping still to do…I have a mountain of shopping left to do…even some cards still need posting! But we will have a great time just being together, relaxing, the 'Hubby' and I always have a new book each to curl up with a glass of something tasty and afew chocolates, we will be eating at a table instead of resting plates on our knees…we will watch Christmas T.V, play games, enjoy the company of our families and look forward to a very important new year…2013 is the year the ‘Bridezilla’ will be getting married…it’s the year the ‘Intelligent-one’ will go to University…it is the year that the ‘Intelligent Cutie-pie’ will choose his GCSE subjects and hopefully it will be the year the kitchen is finished!

So all that is left for me to say tonight is that I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a Happy Holiday…

…stay safe and happy…

…and don’t eat too much turkey…

…OMG TURKEY…did I order it…?





Seasons Greetings to you all especially my regular readers in:

United Kingdom, United States, Denmark, Germany, Netherlands, Sweden, Switzerland, Iraq, Italy, Russia, Latvia, Norway, China, United Arab Emirates, France, Ukraine and Canada.

See you in 2013!





Blog 54 [11]

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Wednesday 28 November 2012

Blog 54 [10]...One thing leads to another...



Blog 54 [10]One thing leads to another...

 

You know how sometimes you need to do something and it starts a chain of events…like for example you paint a door that’s scratched and then the rest of the room looks like it needs touching up as well…or you wash the inside of the windows and the outside looks even dirtier than before? It’s often the case that one little job in the house turns into a major incident. Well this week has been one of those times when something had to be done…but the consequences seemed to be far outweighing the benefits!
Our house was built in the early 1990’s…1994 to be exact, in fact we moved into it in the October of 1994 when I was expecting the ‘Intelligent-one’… whole different blog is that you know moving house when heavily pregnant and I know I’m not the only woman to do it! Well anyway, we moved into a brand new house and enjoyed the first four years with very little to do to it [much to the delight of the ‘Hubby’!] Over the years we have added a conservatory, replaced wooden frames with UPVC double glazing, replaced guttering, pipes, fencing, block paved the back garden, converted the integrated garage into a family room, replaced the faschia boards…the list is never ending really but that is part and parcel of owning a house. For the past few years I really wanted to have a bigger kitchen which could be easily achieved by knocking the wall down between the kitchen and the small dining room. Well it was easy in my mind and I have spent the best part of three years drawing designs, collecting pictures from magazines and looking in showrooms. I think it all stemmed from being at home all day…I had the time to think about it, I knew exactly what I wanted. The hardest part was convincing the ‘Hubby’ who would of course have to do the bulk of the work! Believe me it has been a major struggle to get him to even consider the possibility but I managed it…how I did is a secret which has to be kept to me because if he reads this and knows what my powers of persuasion are he will never allow himself to be persuaded again…and I’ve a few other things I’d like! So, he eventually agreed to go along with me to showrooms and he very VERY slowly came round to the idea of a bigger kitchen as the boys were getting bigger and they would need somewhere to sit and have pizzas and beers with friends and the ‘Bridezilla’ could have her friends round for coffee or wine nights and have somewhere nice to sit away from the televisions [little did I know she’d be getting married before I got the kitchen!] It did however take some time to get the ball rolling and last summer we had a few friends round for supper and one of them is a builder. He talked the ‘Hubby’ through what was needed as the wall I wanted to take a sledge hammer to was unfortunately a supporting wall and therefore a 'rsj-steel girder' was needed. Mmmm this made things complicated. Ah well, I continued with pricing units, checking designs, considering integrated or non-integrated appliances. Then this June the builder friend announced he had a week free before he would start building a hotel and he could come and knock the wall down and all of a sudden it was all very real and we were going to do this!
The kitchen ceiling was supported and the wall was removed and the girder was put in place…an amazing process…at one point I thought the ‘Hubby’ was going to have a heart attack whilst supporting the girder as it was guided in! We were left with an amazing sized room…of course the down side was the dust, the bareness of the girder and the beams, as well as an overwhelming sense of Oh My Goodness what have we done! So, spurred on by the fact that there was no turning back we proceeded to chip off all the wall tiles, remove cupboard doors and then we demolished the breakfast bar…I’m very much into recycling as much as possible so the bricks from the breakfast bar were used to build a fabulous bbq…some of the cupboards were passed onto a neighbour with the same kitchen and he wanted to use them in his utility room…all the handles from the other cupboards were removed and given to a homeowner who wanted a change…[eventually the ‘Birdezilla’ is having the dishwasher and the fridge freezer and washing machine will be sold…sadly the drier went way back in the summer after shouting; ‘Ste… ste… ste…’ at me once it was heating up…beyond fixing, it ended up in a council van for recycling!]
We then had to spend the rest of the summer surrounded by boxes of pans, pots, dishes, cutlery and a whole lot of junk! There eventually became not a room in the house that was clear…did all this stuff actually come out of a very small kitchen? At this point we were faced with the financial burden of trying to complete the heart of our home…my mother always said that it is vulgar to discuss money so in an attempt not to lower the tone of my blog suffice to say that the following procedures could only be carried out in parts each time the ‘Hubby’ received a bonus from work! [Then of course we had to wait for my retirement ‘golden handshake,’ more like silver but hey it’s better than a kick in the teeth, to buy the units!] We had to have a false ceiling put in to cater for pipes and wires as well as hiding the piping that had belonged to a radiator on the now demolished wall in the dining room: the walls, the new ceiling and the new squared off arch that concealed the girder all had to be plastered: once this was dry it could all be painted. Weeks turned into months but by the end of October we were ready to paint. I love fresh white painted ceilings and I dearly wanted a warm cream for my walls and a mink colour for my accent wall. [Ah yes, saw this in a home design magazine…we have a large 3 seater sofa that I wanted incorporated into the new kitchen’s family area with comfy throws and cushions, against the accent wall facing the new breakfast bar!] Could I find the correct colour of mink? Not at all…how many different shades of mink would you think there are? I wasted time and energy and money on these silly little tester pots that produced a wall of streaks of colour varying from terracotta to mud! The stress was beginning to hit me, how on earth I had coped all these months with all the kitchen all over the place without a melt down I don’t know…but throw in the lack of the right colour and I was beginning to sound like a ‘wifezilla’…my new word to describe me and my temper tantrums! The more I stressed over the colour the more my pain seemed to dig away at me and eventually I ended up in a miserable heap…the first of many miserable heaps let me tell you! As for the cream…do these people selling paint really understand how important it is to GET IT RIGHT! Four varying shades of cream splattered across the new archway…not one the warm colour I wanted and had read about…not one pot was the same as the colour in my mind…poor ‘Hubby’ was now getting frustrated…cream is cream is cream…not at all. This was my dream kitchen and even on a budget I didn’t want to compromise it by settling for any old colours. So he came to the rescue…he bought two rolls of wallpaper the exact same colour of a cushion I had wanted for the sofa…and he wall papered the accent wall…and believe me it is his least favourite occupation! He bought a small tin of ‘investment’ paint…my nick name for a brand of expensive paint…and proceeded to mix it in his own little way to get exactly the right colour of warm cream! [We now have enough cream paint to redecorate the whole house!] Peace restored…ah well until this week that is!
With the wall gone and the radiator gone and all this space…the new kitchen was cold. The conservatory has been cold forever…the radiators just never seemed to get warm enough; during the summer it’s fantastic but the winter just brings misery and this is now our main dining room. So we decided to get the ‘gasman’ in to look at putting a new, larger radiator in the kitchen and to have  a look at the cold situation in the conservatory. Now then, bearing in mind that he serviced the heating boiler last winter and did say we needed to consider replacing it as it was on its last legs so to say after 18 years of loyal service…so it really shouldn’t have come as a surprise when he announced that in order to put in new a radiator and to get heat into the conservatory we needed a new boiler that would be able to handle the pressure efficiently as well as being far more economical and we needed to be aware that once a new kitchen cupboard is fitted around the existing boiler when it does conk out it would be extremely difficult to remove it without destroying the new fittings. OMG… ‘wifezilla’ was stirring inside me…this is the last thing I wanted to hear! Before I exploded he offered to go away and price up what it would all cost: a new boiler, a new gas pipe as the old one is too narrow [seriously yes you can have different sized gas pipes!] flush through the system, [?!] remove the old water tank and the water cylinder as these will not be needed with the new combi-boiler. This would take approximately 3 days…hate that word it’s a bit like seeing a cheap holiday advertised and then you see the small print… ‘FROM...’ Anyway, his quote was okay [!!] and the work needed doing AND he could start straight away as he had other jobs booked in running up to Christmas…oh yes can you believe that I was thinking way back in June “Ah I’ll have a wonderful kitchen to cook the turkey in…!” So this work began and for the first day with no heat and no hot water it didn’t seem too bad…I stayed in the garage [family room really… but after all these years we still say garage!] There was  a lot of clonking and clanking and drilling and bumping…to get to the main pipes they had to take the upstairs carpet up and the floor…these things never go back the same do they? By the end of the first day I was feeling less ‘wifezilla’ and more myself: I had busied myself with ironing in front of the television. That night was horrendous, we were so cold, no showers and every room upstairs was in a tip as they had to take up more carpet and more floor boards… “Oh mum look I can see the kitchen lights…” shouted the ‘Intelligent-Cutie-pie’ [I said I’d come up with a shorter nick-name!] The kitchen lights were wired up through the false ceiling but with the replacement of the landing floorboards the lights were reflected upwards through the cracks…a very strange feeling to think that there really isn’t that much under our carpets when you see it from this view point! Day two just had to be considered as a day nearer to warmth and all seemed to be progressing until I was asked for a mop and bucket: unfortunately whilst the system was being ‘flushed through’ the teeny tiny radiator in the ensuite was overwhelmed and leaked massively: coming through the ceiling, down the newly painted walls and down the adjoining walls in the living room! Arrggghhh!!! More decorating to be done. A very dear family member offered heaters, electric blankets and hot water bottles in case we were to be without heating for too long. [Based on her own experiences!] Luckily the new boiler and pipes were fitted and by the tea time we were all standing in the lovely warm kitchen watching the boiler and the new remote, wireless controller that can now be carried from room to room…when a drip splashed on the engineer’s head…four adults looked up to see water beginning to pour through one of the new kitchen light fittings; I do mean pour…and the other three adults watched in horror as I morphed into ‘wifezilla’. The engineer raced up stairs pulled back the carpet and floorboards [definitely won’t be going back down properly now, ever!] and the leak was not from one of his new pipes. What? Where is it coming from? Old pipe…possibly the feeding pipe to the conservatory…have to trace it back…will switch everything off for now and be back in the morning…what? Could it get any worse? Well by now you know full well it can!
Day three I needed to go to a memorial service and was in no mood to mess around…just get it fixed was the ‘wifezilla’ motto of the day; they had to empty the ‘Intelligent-one’s’ bedroom of his bed, pull back the carpet and floorboards and see if that’s where the leak had sprung…as I was getting ready to go out they cornered me and explained that the leak was not coming from there but from another pipe which could only be reached from under the bath. Decision time; choice number 1 they could cut into my nice smoothly plastered new kitchen ceiling OR choice number 2 they could take the bath out and lift the floor…another floor ruined…”Just take the bath out” I found the ‘wifezilla’ barking and then I added “I have to go out so I’ll leave you the door key, I’ll push it through the door on my way out…” trying desperately not to get flustered, the pain in my back was winding up tightly now, I haven’t felt this bad in ages, I took the car key off the key ring, collected my bag, locked the front door posted the keys through the letter box and walked to the car whilst rummaging in my handbag for the car key…oh for goodness sake I had put it on the radiator shelf as I went for my bag…OH no! I had locked myself out with the car key inside and two heating engineers upstairs trying to sort my leak and probably a bit bothered by my attitude; they are only doing my job after all! So I banged on the door [the door bell hasn’t worked for years…!] and shouted through the letter box…until finally one of them came downstairs to let me in…oops!
On returning later that day I was faced with a real old mess but a warm house: a) the bath will never go back properly if the ‘Hubby’ has to do it as it needs adjusting and a lot of the tiles came off as well…and he’s in no rush as no one uses it that much anyway…so he decided that we can manage for now and one day he’ll fit a shower like the one in the ensuite; b) also the fact that the heating in the conservatory is a bigger job than they first thought as the pipe work is not correct and they need…wait for it…to take the carpet up in the conservatory, trace the pipes back by removing the skirting boards and then remove the plaster that houses the pipes in the exact spot where my new breakfast bar is supposed to go! Oh dear Lord what did I do in a past life to deserve this? Add to this problem they are booked in to do a job for the next few days and will return the following Friday; ‘wifezilla’ bit her lip…I just wanted to cry…I now felt the full brunt of a week’s worth of extra stress and I was in a miserable heap yet again! They left and I surveyed all the carnage: my kitchen was due to be delivered the day before the heating engineers can return…it’s not their fault it’s just the way things go…but my whole house was upside down with floors and carpets and bedding and all the kitchen contents everywhere…there was only one thing for it…the house was warm, the new boiler heated water in an instance: I’ll treat myself to a steaming hot bubble bath that’ll ease my back…I actually opened the bathroom door before remembering the bath was no longer in there but in the study! The irony of this is that 18 years ago I said to the ‘Hubby’: “We can buy a hook that matches the over-the-bath-shower taps and create a second shower for when we have visitors…” 18 years later I was still waiting for this when my cousin offered me her’s! Her house was similar in age and the bathroom was the same except that she had one of those hooks fitted in: she was having a new bathroom fitted and after a conversation about the shower hook she  very kindly offered me it which has now been sitting on the bathroom shelf for the past two weeks…now I didn’t have a bath or a shower tap; but I had the hook!
Hey ho! So you see how one thing can lead to another?
My kitchen is due to arrive at any point now but there is already a delay on the sink…
...what else could possibly go wrong…? 
...I’ll keep you posted!




[Footnote the next blog will be week beginning Monday 10th December.]
Blog 54 [10]
Copyright©GML 2012

Wednesday 21 November 2012

Blog 54[10] A trip down memory lane...



Blog 54 [10] A trip down memory lane...

Hot on the heels of my retirement last week and my reminiscing about Liverpool I found myself actually right back in the heart of Liverpool at the weekend! The ‘Intelligent-one’ was in a competition with other students from his college and other colleges from the North West and they had reached the semi-finals being held in Liverpool. So Saturday morning saw us once again up at the crack of dawn and setting off…with me as navigator as per usual; except that I know this route like the back of my hand! We made it with just 10 minutes to spare before he was meeting his group and after wishing him good luck and waving him off we found ourselves in the heart of Liverpool at 8.30am on a cold Saturday morning with all the day ahead of us! I of course was in my element as this meant a full day of shopping! Of course the ‘Hubby’ and the ‘Cutie-pie-intelligent-computer-programmer’ were not as enthusiastic…can’t get my head round his new nick name; I must devise another which is as flattering to him as being referred to as intelligent but also conjures up how physically cute he is; even at 14!
So, anyway they were less than thrilled and yes I could have left them at home or even sent the ‘Intelligent-one’ to Liverpool on a train; but somehow that would not have been the same! To brighten their moods I suggested breakfast and then over hot food we discussed what they could do whilst I shopped…they were keen to do some shopping but not a great deal! So once they were fed and warmer and happy we made arrangements to meet up at a set time and place and then I was free! Walking through the new shopping areas was a bit alien to me…don’t get me wrong I love all the new shops…Liverpool has been totally re-developed as a major city and all the cafĂ© cultures and department stores that are part of being a city…but somehow with all this progress there was something missing…so I set off in a completely different direction to the shops to surround myself with history…not just architectural history but personal history…as I walked down towards the Pier Head [or Peer’edd as it was pronounced by Liverpool people we worked with…!] I turned back the clock and sat on a bench and looked out across the Mersey…

“Dear ‘Big sister’,
Guess where I am? It’s been so long since we have talked and laughed together even though I sense you around me sometimes. I’m sitting in our favourite place…although it’s changed so much since you and I were last here! As I look out across the Mersey that view is still very similar but when I turn and face the city…my goodness what changes there are; huge buildings, offices and apartments and hotels…I close my eyes and can picture you and I sitting with the wind blowing our hair and skirts! It was always great to sit here on a Saturday, eating a pie or slices of ham or cheese from the market as we talked about what we were going to do with our lives now that we were both qualified and teaching here in Liverpool…it’s hard to believe how different our lives turned out; almost as different as this city is now…”
As I moved away from the bench I actually talked, in my head to my ‘Big sister’…it may sound a little crazy but it was as if she was there with me...just like old times!

“Turning my back on the Mersey I walked back through the Derby Square and unbelievably the old British Home Store shop is still in the same place! As you know ‘Big sis’ I always loved shopping in this area as the sound of the seagulls reminded me of shopping in Bangor County Down as children with grandma during the summer holidays. That sound still makes my heart leap now and it was a bit funny really doing Christmas shopping against a backdrop of modern and old buildings, Christmas displays and the sea gulls flapping about!
I walked through the new shopping area and I was glad to see the market was still there…although upgraded! I couldn’t find the coffee shop we used to sit in but the pub with its glass engraved doors, polished floors and leather bound seats is still as it was all those years ago and as I passed it I imagined the doors opening and from inside there would be laughter and banter and music…remember Friday nights in there? Fighting to get to the bar…holding our glasses of lager high up so as not to spill the precious liquid on our dresses whilst trying to keep our clutch handbags firmly tucked under our arms! Do you remember the group of lads we used to meet up with? The same place every time, they always sat in the left hand corner booth and would shout to us to join them. One of them was a dustbin man whilst he was studying and he had the cheekiest grin and one Friday night we all piled into a taxi to go to his house…which actually was nothing like a house but in a round ring of brick built flats, about 5 storeys high; one on top of the other with balconies and stairwells the likes of which I had only seen on the television; the washing lines were like skipping ropes and were pulled across from one flat to the other across the street by a pulley…his mum and dad were real ‘Scousers’ and had a great sense of humour and sat watching telly whilst the rest of us had a few drinks, sausage rolls and played cards! I wonder what happened to him or the rest of them? I wonder if they missed us once we moved away?
Well I walked right up the old Bold Street and most of the original shops have now gone…the Woolworth’s building…or was it a Co-op building… is a designer shop, the bank is a mini express shop and the boot shop is a party novelty shop! I went into a specialist comic and animation store for a surprise stocking filler for the boys and as I wandered around the shop all of a sudden I heard a song; I honestly cannot remember the last time I heard it on a radio or at a disco even! It was the Elkie Brooks song; “Sunshine after the rain” and as it blasted out it nearly swept me off my feet… do you remember how we used to sing this song on the bus on the way home after a few ‘bevvies’…and sometimes we sang it outside down at Peer ‘ed dancing along the railings with the sound of the Mersey lapping the dock walls! I felt a real pang of sadness well up and for a little while I just had to stand still and look at the DVD section…heaven only knows what anyone thought but I was lost in time…a time when we were recovering from broken hearts and felt we would never love again! It made me think of someone I have not thought of for a long time…the words used to cut deep as we sang with feeling…it made me realise that that part of my life is so far away now…
I found myself at the top of Bold Street facing the old ‘Bombed out church’…a true landmark! Guess what? St Luke’s is still standing, a monument to those who lost their lives in the Second World War, it is now a heritage site; the external building is perfect and quite stunning; the inside is the place for poetry reading and art exhibition. Just think you could have had some of your art work displayed there nowadays! Hard to believe that we all used it as a meeting place: “See you at the bombed out church 7.00pm Saturday;” everyone knew where this was; who would have thought it would still be there and standing proud?

Walking the streets, the very pavements that you and I walked along together was a strange but yet comforting sensation…hard to pin a word to it really…just thinking that we were here once, together, shopping in Blackler’s for ribbons and buttons or net underskirts for our outfits and smokey grey tights…we used to get our make up from there as well and see little old ladies who had probably been shopping there all their lives getting stockings and gloves of a better quality than anywhere else. Do you remember making a date to meet a lad under the naked man outside the Lewis department store? We waited across the road to see if he turned up…well he did but he wasn’t quite what you remembered him looking like…disadvantage of too much Australian white wine!! So we ‘did a runner’ and had a fish and chip supper on the way back to our bedsit instead! Well as you know I’ve a poor sense of direction…and I must admit all these memories and trying to do Christmas shopping at the same time added to a bit of confusion! I couldn’t find George Henry Lee Department store, although I saw old buildings that could have been it…I couldn’t find the Kirklands Wine bar that was so popular and thought maybe it was further up the main street…but I did pass the Central Underground Train Station and that has changed so much! Amazing how we used to hop on and off those trains! We could go as far as Southport or just a few stops along the line to Bootle. Remember Bootle station? You should, it was where you landed me in a heap of trouble and it was Christmas shopping time too! We had arranged to meet after work on the 4.00pm train into Central for a shopping trip and a bit of supper… [a few drinks or ‘bevvies’ as you loved calling them!] Well I was running late but as was the case in those days you could get on the train at Waterloo and pay as you got off…so I ran for the train and secured a window seat so I could wave to you. A few stops down the line you got on at Bootle and sat chatting ten to the dozen. As we approached Central I realised that I didn’t have enough change for my ticket…you never had any money in those days either…we were going to cash a cheque in the town, how easy things are nowadays with cash points and cards! So you said: “Just say you got on at Bootle, they won’t know and it’s only ½ pence difference.” So I approached the booth, never having lied like this before and suddenly all the fare dodging signs stood out in my face! I was sweating when I said I got on at Bootle…of course by then you were through the barriers…I was asked to repeat where I got on…I lied again…and was promptly arrested by two station guards who escorted me, in front of all the other passengers, into an office marked ‘Police.’ I nearly fainted! I was in my first year of teaching and I was now being arrested for fare dodging! I explained that I was ½ pence short of my fare from Waterloo and only had enough to pay for the train from Bootle. All my personal details were being written down and when they heard my profession was a teacher they looked at me and one of the officers actually suggested that I say I was a secretary as the courts would be more lenient. Courts? Oh good God I’m going to jail! I was sweating profusely by now, my mind whirring with the scandal and I refused to say I was a secretary as I didn’t want to add more lies to the situation! I was then searched and they discovered that I was actually ½ pence short for my fare…so I was telling that bit of truth…but none the less I was going to be cautioned. I began to cry…I know a wimp’s reaction but there you have it…I was terrified that not only would I go to court but I’d have a criminal record and go to prison; I could kiss my future goodbye! If you remember sister dear I was escorted through the barriers and made my way to where you were standing. As I began to explain what had happened and what had been said you said; “Ah…that’s what those men in uniform were at the station for…they must have been checking everyone’s tickets…that’s how they knew you didn’t get on at Bootle…no one could have got on without a ticket…” I could have throttled you…especially when you started to laugh and I do mean laugh, you were bent over double with tears running down your face at my predicament!
As I walked past the station I found that I had walked almost a full circle and was now approaching the new shopping areas again. All these stores in one place… just fabulous. You would be in your element! We had many shopping expeditions…many years of falling out over the same dresses and which one of us would have it because our tastes were similar! I stopped then outside the jeweller’s shop on a corner…it has been there forever! The same shop…it has had a bit of a facelift but it was lovely to see it remaining amongst all these changes... ‘Boodles…’ the only shop for diamonds! Do you remember how we used to look in the windows and choose which rings we’d have…engagement, wedding, eternity and a diamond dress ring; we had it all planned…we’d both find nice young, wealthy lads and marry and meet up at the Pier Head and have lunch in a restaurant instead of sitting on a cold bench in the wind overlooking the Mersey…
Ah well dear, lovely, sweet ‘Big sister’ all that was a lifetime ago…so much has changed since those days…I have a thousand memories of you and I here in this city…in our old Liverpool home…”

 I met up with the ‘Hubby’ and ‘Cutie-pie’ [sorry son!] and after lunch we did a little more shopping : I actually bought a pair of full length leather boots…needed boots for ages and wanted long ones for years! The irony is that my first real pair were bought with my first real salary in Liverpool and here I was in Liverpool again getting my second pair in the sales…32 years later with my teaching pension!
Then we joined the ‘Intelligent-one’ and on the way back to the car-park I stood looking at the Pier Head, the gulls squawking above me, the shoppers whizzing by, the Christmas atmosphere swirling around me and as I saluted you my ‘Big sis’ the words of your favourite song flashed through my mind and the picture of you with your glass in the air swaying in tune to:
“In my Liverpool home…
We speak with an accent exceedingly rare…
Meet under a statue exceedingly bare…If you want a Cathedral we have one to spare…
In my Liverpool home…” *
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Foot note; I escaped ‘prison’ due to the wonderful headmaster I was working for who understood fully when I explained what had happened; he intervened and wrote a brilliant letter of support and explanation to the Commissioner who gave me a written reprimand! Better than a jail sentence for ½ pence!
*Words from the song 'In my Liverpool Home' by Pete McGovern.