The Pink Stool
What is the Pink Stool? Where did it come from? Who does it belong to? First of all it used to belong to my daughter when she was a little girl. It was bought for her for something to sit on in the garden while we ,as adults , sat on the bigger seats. It had to be pink as everything in her life at that time was pink. Even the walls in her bedroom. Now it belongs to anybody who needs to use it. At the moment my wife is using it to get up to the top shelf of the wardrobe. Before that I was using it to aid me inhanging some pictures in the newly painted toilet. (It was also used to help me do that as well). It is used for almost everything that requires an extra few inches to reach that thing that is just out of reach. As to where it came from. for those people who remember this town as it used to be nearly 30 20 years ago, it came from one of those places that were quite common. you saw them in every High Street in every town / city / village in the country. nowadays they have become a rarity, much to my sorrow. It came from a Hardware Store. not one of those big dull, boring places that you see on the outskirts of towns where the management think that the place can be run by people who don't know what they are doing, but from a proper store where the owner and his / her experienced staff are only to happy / keen to serve you and talk for ages about you and whatever you wish to talk about.
I miss them. After all , I had one of my own for a long time unyil the Big boys came to town. the rest is history. I have just heard from my wife that she is finished with the Pink Stool and that I can have it again to do another little job. That meana I can stroke another job off my list. Come to think of it. Without the Pink Stool many of the jobs on my list probably wouldn't get done. I better take more care of the Pink Stool in the future. Fix that crack on the side for a start before it gets any bigger. That's another job for my list. The list is endless. Gotta go. I am very busy at the moment.
Posted :: Sunday 1/21/2007 8:36:00 AM
Iiiittttt's Behind You
Yes folks. It's that time of year again. It's Pantomime Season, and everything is behind you. Darling Daughter has just appeared in her 7th sucessive panto and a jolly good jape it was. My feeling of pride as I see her come on stage cannot be measured. Not even with a Mastercard. Although she is talking about giving them up and that was her last one ever I don't think she means it somehow. Next year will tell all. Will I be shouting 'It's behind you' this time next year or not. Only time will tell. The other time of year that has come upon us with a suddeness, is Wifey deciding that the house needs decorating all over again. (Well, not really ALL over , but enough work to keep me busy and out of the pubs) At the moment I am trying to turn our upstairs bathroom from a modern, easy clean facility into a catalogue picture taken from one of the paint companies from their new Spring range of colour. "I will have it finished this weekend for sure dearest" says I, but don't forget that I am going out to wet the babies head. (My friends new baby, not mine you understand) That will get me out of work for at least two nights. One night in the pub and one day recovering. Next week the new furniture arrives for Darling Daughters bedroom. This is in the vain hope that it will help her to use the damn wardrobe instead of the floor. We will see. We will see. Talking of babies. My boss is now the proud father to a baby boy. He has nicknamed him Elvis as he keeps telling all of us how good looking he is. I have seen the pictures. He is a good looking baby. Not like his father though. He must get his looks from his mother. Father is an ug%^ ^&*%$. (Sorry, I had to stop there. I might get carried away and end up with no job) Another thing that comes at this time of year is 'The List'. The list is a list of jobs that I inrend on doing on / around the house / garden in the forthcoming twelve months. The idea of the list is. If I can manage to get 50% of the jobs done I have had a good year. anything above 50% is a bonus. If it is below 50% then who cares. Maybe the jobs were too ambitious for me. Time to call in the professionals. Anyway, bye for now, speak soon.
Posted :: Wednesday 1/10/2007 12:59:00 PM
