OUR KITCHEN CATASTROPHE
At least, more than the few words it is going to get here.
There had clearly been a long-standing leak - maybe more than one - soundlessly and insidiously attacking from somewhere within our kitchen water system. Beneath a covering of cracking tiles and sodden surface board, floor joists had gone black with rot. The entire floor was a goner.
I never thought I would write this about an insurance company, but thank the gods for our insurers: they retain D. Challis Property Services Ltd. as their repair works specialist.
Challis' tradesmen arrived and went to work. They were courteous, cheerful. careful, and competent: out came the refrigerator and suchlike heavies and, when the full extent of the damage was realised, up came the floor. There was a degree of sawing, hammering, relevant chatting, toing and froing, and tea and coffee drinking. In a week the job was done. Well, all except the actual floor surface which is going to be vinyl rather than the former stone effect. I'll try to obtain a picture when that's all over. Our thanks to the Challis team which has been first class.
One thing for sure: our new kitchen floor will outlast us.
NO APOLOGY.
I could be apologetic that this is another blog post in such a personal vein but, when I look at all the gubbins going on around us, what would be the point? Truth is, I really don't give a toss whether some multi millionaire Tory MP gets the sack or some royal prat uses the money gifted him by his late mother to buy all the favourable publicity an expensive PR firm can obtain for him.
They are of as much interest to me as I am to them. But, unlike them, I am not in the public eye.
Challis' tradesmen arrived and went to work. They were courteous, cheerful. careful, and competent: out came the refrigerator and suchlike heavies and, when the full extent of the damage was realised, up came the floor. There was a degree of sawing, hammering, relevant chatting, toing and froing, and tea and coffee drinking. In a week the job was done. Well, all except the actual floor surface which is going to be vinyl rather than the former stone effect. I'll try to obtain a picture when that's all over. Our thanks to the Challis team which has been first class.
One thing for sure: our new kitchen floor will outlast us.
NO APOLOGY.
I could be apologetic that this is another blog post in such a personal vein but, when I look at all the gubbins going on around us, what would be the point? Truth is, I really don't give a toss whether some multi millionaire Tory MP gets the sack or some royal prat uses the money gifted him by his late mother to buy all the favourable publicity an expensive PR firm can obtain for him.
They are of as much interest to me as I am to them. But, unlike them, I am not in the public eye.
I don't think I would enjoy being a public personality. Donning an expected persona every time you go out must be quite hard work if you are not a born extrovert or a dedicated actor.
Whatever you are, public perception can be frighteningly fickle. So to photos on...
TELEVISION.
When you are watching the murder mystery of your choice (Paradise, Midsomer, Vera, Lewis, whatever) have you ever wondered how it is that the wall of the detective's incident room becomes decked with superb equisized photographs of the suspects? Could it be that each of them has been asked to provide an up-to-date portrait from their collection of theatre foyer pictures? It must help when all your suspects are actors, mustn't it? Just a thought.
TELEVISION.
When you are watching the murder mystery of your choice (Paradise, Midsomer, Vera, Lewis, whatever) have you ever wondered how it is that the wall of the detective's incident room becomes decked with superb equisized photographs of the suspects? Could it be that each of them has been asked to provide an up-to-date portrait from their collection of theatre foyer pictures? It must help when all your suspects are actors, mustn't it? Just a thought.
ALL FOR NOW.
BACK WHEN IT'S ALL DONE
BACK WHEN IT'S ALL DONE
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