Swanny arrives today after the usual opinions on what he would actually bring were
traded. He wanted to bring what EasyJet (Easy?) said you could carry on for free i.e bugger all. We wanted him to bring, the largest Branston Pickle Jar he could get, the whole series of “West Wing” from brother Alan, other DVD’s, my Sony Walkman power lead, some decent tea bags and various books.
He says, “I could probably squeeze in the power lead?” So I then informed him that when he arrives, we will have moved somewhere else. Turns out the restricted size of the “free” hand carry on only allows for a bar of soap and two pairs of underpants, so he is paying the extra £16 to take a case, limited to 20 kgs mind.
Tricia has been looking a little troubled of late and I finally found out why. Basically Tricia is a “cleaner”, that is she likes things to be clean. That also means not my type of “clean”. Whip round with a brush and rag; take off the surface stuff and “Thataldee” (Geordie expression for an excellent job, well done). She, on the other hand, wants to get in all the cracks and crannies, even the cooker top, and take twice as much time, what a waste. So with the imminent arrival of “a guest”, and I use that term very loosely, she wanted the OUTSIDE cleaned as well!
This had taken on a rather burnt sienna look after the brief “brown rain” we had had, so I explained we would only have to do it again when we left so why not just leave it to then? Not really an argument after that comment because the last time I saw that look in her eyes she was chopping off a rabbit’s head ready for a stew.
So off for the “big” ladders from reception. I washed it first and then she washed it “better”, well the bits that I missed. It’s a lot harder/bigger than a car; we even remembered the wheels and awning. Anyway that’s her up the ladders finishing off the windows.
I don’t know why but I noticed a number of the blokes near us going for a cold shower.
Thinks (could be a good spare time job when we get back, “bikini babe window cleaners”)
traded. He wanted to bring what EasyJet (Easy?) said you could carry on for free i.e bugger all. We wanted him to bring, the largest Branston Pickle Jar he could get, the whole series of “West Wing” from brother Alan, other DVD’s, my Sony Walkman power lead, some decent tea bags and various books.
He says, “I could probably squeeze in the power lead?” So I then informed him that when he arrives, we will have moved somewhere else. Turns out the restricted size of the “free” hand carry on only allows for a bar of soap and two pairs of underpants, so he is paying the extra £16 to take a case, limited to 20 kgs mind.
Tricia has been looking a little troubled of late and I finally found out why. Basically Tricia is a “cleaner”, that is she likes things to be clean. That also means not my type of “clean”. Whip round with a brush and rag; take off the surface stuff and “Thataldee” (Geordie expression for an excellent job, well done). She, on the other hand, wants to get in all the cracks and crannies, even the cooker top, and take twice as much time, what a waste. So with the imminent arrival of “a guest”, and I use that term very loosely, she wanted the OUTSIDE cleaned as well!
This had taken on a rather burnt sienna look after the brief “brown rain” we had had, so I explained we would only have to do it again when we left so why not just leave it to then? Not really an argument after that comment because the last time I saw that look in her eyes she was chopping off a rabbit’s head ready for a stew.
So off for the “big” ladders from reception. I washed it first and then she washed it “better”, well the bits that I missed. It’s a lot harder/bigger than a car; we even remembered the wheels and awning. Anyway that’s her up the ladders finishing off the windows.
I don’t know why but I noticed a number of the blokes near us going for a cold shower.
Thinks (could be a good spare time job when we get back, “bikini babe window cleaners”)
I said to Tricia, the other morning, "I am going to make you the happiest woman in the world."
She replied, "I'll miss you..."
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