THE COFFEE POT OF DESTINY.
OR KILLING TWO BIRDS WITH ONE STONE.
OR OPPS SORRY 24 HRS LATE FOR THE PARTY.
Opps sorry, this post is 24 hours late.
I could give you endless plausible excuses, but really I'm just disorganised.
So here I am all ready to pull a name from the hat in the big old jubilee brooch giveaway and
yea gads, no hat!!!
So the Coffee pot of destiny was called up to the line.
Then as I was rallying the troops for the name pulling from the pot moment the Hippy intervened.
"Why don't we lob them off the top of the scaffolding?"
Lots of jumping up and down with excitement from the rest of the family.
So breaking every health and safety rule ever invented we sent a nine yr old up the big ladder.
The slightly damp post bath pre bed Bombshell stood ready to spot the first name to hit the deck.
The names fluttered down around us, the boys cheered from on high.
And the winner is..........
Well done Lu.
Just need your address my dear and I'll dispatch your winnings asap.
Well that was fun.
And the other bird?
Well I just wanted to show you the finished roof.
Not sure if it looks that different from this angle, but let me tell you the boy done good.
Day one, the Hippy took the tiles off the roof on his own.
Day two, the Hippy and the ex male stripper/ bingo caller removed the wooden roof frame, then made and erected a new one.
Day three The tilers arrived, stared at 8 am by having to cut 2" off the height of the end wall of the house, were finished by 12.30 and on their way home. While the Hippy spent the morning making fry ups and tea and the afternoon reattaching guttering and clearing a path from the back door to the shed so I could get to work on Monday.
And that ladies and gentlemen is that.
We are watertight, warm and not living in constant fear of the roof falling off .
Love Nora xxxx