Water To Do!

Say what you like about Britain, but when push comes to shove there are some grand people out there who pitch up when you most need them and sort you out with great efficiency, fairness and humour.

As today, for example, when our Plumber Chap, Matt, came out to check that our shower wasn't the culprit or the partial culprit in our Leaky Hall Saga. He fitted us in during a busy day and Andy had to virtually force payment on him in return for him checking over the various bits of pipes and seals (no, not bag or grey!) and declaring them fine and fit. 

And as Matt went on his way, our new and now Official Roofer Chap, Antony, arrived, having also fitted us in at short notice, and he very efficiently sourced the problems (yes, there was more than one) and did repairs there and then, whilst entertaining Andy enormously by looking like a butch version of ex-BBC weatherman Dan Corbett (one of our TV personality favourites) and being a chicken keeper, too! 

It is at this very moment chucking it down yay verily with gusto (who'd have thought - more rain) and I feel very happy that roof repairs are done, and Antony will come back if the problem isn't solved. My biggest fear today (which, in the grand scheme of the world is quite small on the Fear Factor Front) was that the roofer would come out, say, 'Yup, you definitely need your roof fixing - I'll come back some time next week/ fortnight/month,' and therein would lie more fretting about water running down the wall. But no! He, Antony, repaired and mended there and then! And for a very reasonable price, too. Marvellous! 

There have been other water work issues occurring at MMM which were also sorted out today. Tybalt, bless him, is becoming a cat of a certain age. He will be 10 years old in March and recently has taken to sometimes missing the litter tray when peeing. He will insist on backing up into the corner of the trays (we have 3 - one for each cat) and because he is a tall cat he does not give himself enough backwards gush space. Luckily, the trays are in the 'conservatory' which has washable flooring, but really I would prefer pee to be inside the tray, so today I purchased two of the most enormous and high sided litter trays I have ever seen in my entire cat-owning life. Tybalt would have to stand on a step ladder in order to pee outside of these bad boys! Indeed, when he took one of the trays on its inaugural pee flight, he looked like a Borrower in an Olympic long jump sandpit!  And, as I have said, he is a big, tall cat. Mission accomplished! 

Needless to say, the rain has turned the hens' part of the garden into a quagmire of inglorious mud,  and so I have released Primrose and Daisy back into full free-range garden mode for at least part of every day because I am conscious of their foot health. They are enjoying their perambulations enormously because there be bugs, and weeds, and woodpiles to explore. I made them promise not to ruck up Andy's new lawn, and not to kick earth from the borders into my herb garden. So far they have been mostly well-behaved. They have also discovered the joys of fat balls. (Stop giggling at the back, please - you know exactly what I mean. Of the kind you hang up for garden birdies to peck at.)

And finally, (and this is something I am very excited about) in a few weeks' time a fellow blogger and I are going to embark on a Spirit Work project together! More to follow when the time is right, but suffice to say a new light has been brought into my world and there is Light Work to be done.