Thursday, 30 December 2010

Nothing to write home about

A box arrived today. The long-awaited replacement toilet.


The Inspector of Works arrived and checked the box thoroughly.


And the contents were approved.


This is about the most exciting thing that has happened to me lately.

If we don't get some proper sunlight soon, I shall have to Cut. My. Throat.

19 comments:

liZZie said...

Oh, I just love lavatorial humour; it has a kind of unifying, naughty factor. Well done Millie!

Anonymous said...

Me too, Rachel, me too.

Jan x

Gwen Buchanan said...

No throat slicing... much too messy!

Hazel said...

If you will live in an area who's most famous song is 'Fog on the Tyne', you should not be surprised by prolonged gloomy weather! We've had about 6 daytime hours of 'not-quite-dark' here in the Midlands today too - but no-one has thought to put it to music.

At least you had an interestingly big package of your own to brighten your day - even if it was only a toilet. This morning, I woke and ran downstairs hastily pulling a dressing gown on when the doorbell went at a VERY EARLY HOUR in order to sign for a parcel - my excitement was shortlived as it was for my neighbour, and not me.

moreidlethoughts said...

Oh! A new loo.Lucky you.And Millie too.
ALright,that's my contribution to the beat-the-Fog-on-the-Tyne thing. Someone else can orchestrate it!
For the record,there are still an awful lot of snow banks to be cleared! But I'm loving my new(temporary) home.

Lucille said...

This is the glummest winter weather I can remember. Very hard to keep ones spirits up. I am disproportionately cheered by the arrival of your loo. How did you have enough light to photograph it by?

the veg artist said...

YOU ARE NOT ALONE (apart from possibly being the only woman in the country who has been cheered by the arrival of an as-yet unplumbed toilet!).
We have FOG. The forecast is for FOG. Just checked the BBC weather - grey cloud followed by white cloud for the next five days.
Please don't Cut. Your. Throat. It's far too messy, the NHS is too busy, your little tribe would miss you too much, so would your friends and neighbours, and SO WOULD WE, your blog friends. What would we have to laugh at?
By the way - I once knew a cat who was toilet trained. I mean that quite literally. This is your ideal time to teach them all. You have the equipment!

BumbleVee said...

We have proper sunlight...but....it is only -20C.... maybe not quite what you'd prefer......

"Sunshine" said...

Well, this might not be the most exciting day of your life, but to me it is. I follow your toilet stories with great curiosity, so for me, this is good news.
The inspector looks very professional and shows great elegance.

Dartford Warbler said...

What you need Rachel, is a kitten who could use the waste pipe as a tunnel for hide-and-seek. That would cheer you up!

We have now had days of grey, foggy gloom, but at least the taps are working......

lovethosecupcakes said...

Why not just think of the fog as fluffy little clouds? Only lower. (And you're joking about the throat cutting. Right?)

rachel said...

It isn't foggy here. If it were, I would enjoy it - I love a proper, good thick, mysterious fog.

No, it's low cloud. Emphasis in every sense on the 'low'....

Throat-cutting remains an option.

mountainear said...

Sunlight would be fabulous - perhaps only slightly more fabulous than a plumbed in toilet - but fab none the less.

The snow's just about gone, leaving a trail of muck and mud in its wake, and fog - the good thick mysterious stuff of your dreams Rachel. You're welcome to join us.

Bestest wishes to you all for 2011

Preseli Mags said...

What is it with cats and boxes and New Things?! Stay away from the throat, although I know what you mean. I have a SAD lamp which seems to make all the difference at this time of year.

Susan said...

We have been living parallel lives sista -
first your dreaded sickness, then snow & snow & slush & storms. I have been living the reverse - the sun came out yesterday along with a blue, blue sky after what had seemed like weeks of driving rain, sleet, "snain" (the local weather person's new term for much of the precipitation we get - not quite rain, not quite snow), gale force winds day in day out causing the harbour to be a churned up cauldron of reddish brown murk and shaking the windows, night & day, of this old brick house.Thankfully temperatures were fairly mild. If it had of been snow we'd be buried.

It's dawning day 6 of my own sickness - I'm on my third box of 3 ply with aloe lotion tissue, from my nose to my chin is red, raw & chapped, I'm just opening my fifth packet of fishermen's friends extra strength (I've been sleeping with one lodged in my cheek each night) and I've just taken my 16th extra strength cold + flu tablet and I AM SO ready to say UNCLE ... but to who ?

To you I guess. Lucky gal. Misery loves ...
We could synchronize our virtual cuts ;-)

And my what a spectacular new toilet it 'tis & tres efficient looking inspector as well. Maybe I'll pen (and illustrate) a children's book called Oliver & Millie - what a pair they'd be. Better still, you do the penning I'll illustrate.

Pardon, once again I'm emailing in your comments section - please forgive

Happiest New Year to you & the Team
xoxox, Susan & les Gang

Catherine said...

Well sometimes we have to get our excitement anywhere we can. :)

Happy New Year Rachel and furry four-legged friends!
xo Catherine & Banjo

frayedattheedge said...

OK - a terrible joke to cheer you up .... did you hear about all the toilets being stolen from the police station. A spokesman said they had nothing to go on (groan!!) Please don't cut your throat before we finally get to have lunch!!

judy in ky said...

Don't cut your throat... someone has to keep those cats in line!

Fran said...

That made me laugh. Twice. Funny how the shortest little posts can be the most fun. (I should learn from this ...)

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