Thursday, 2 December 2010
Yesterday's roof-fall of snow produced an interesting hill for a dog to explore. Somewhere in the depths all the ferns are buried.
Today's roof-fall brought the entire rear gutter down. Richie will repair it all when the mini-Ice Age retreats.
The cats' jumping-off point on the shed roof remains unused; only Millie ventures briefly outdoors.
Astonishingly resilient, the violas are battered but otherwise undeterred.
The attic work progresses, despite the lack of essential fittings. Richie and I made an uneventful trip in the van to the depot, and collected a radiator and light; it was necessary for me to go too, as the holder of the bank card and PIN number. The small attic is now warm for the first time ever, though hardly pretty yet; I amaze myself by my ability to feel thrilled to have a shiny new radiator. And a light that I have yet to adjust. It's a small life, really; perhaps I should get out more....
But I also did a wicked thing today. Flossie had been forced to have a walk to the shops without her giant stick (health and safety on crowded pavements, you know) although she did manage to find another, more sensibly-sized stick on the way home. On our return, I left her indoors, and callously took the beloved giant stick into the wooded area nearby, where we never walk because of the proximity of the busy road, and I threw it into the undergrowth. Goodbye, giant stick!
I couldn't stand the strain any longer of watching her lolloping along, wielding that heavy stick all the way down the car-lined street, an inch or so away from making a serious dint in someone's bodywork. And to be truthful, I was in need of a break from having my lower legs soundly smacked by it as she wrestled it into submission. (If I develop appalling varicose veins, I shall blame that dog.)
Flossie doesn't know yet; of course she would forgive me at once if she found out. But I feel like a murderess. Perhaps I should tell her that it was buried by the avalanche; by the time the thaw comes, she might have forgotten all about it.
Posted by rachel at 21:09