Thursday update
Dec. 8th, 2005 07:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
electriclandFrom my aunt, a missive that respects Rule #1 of the house project ("Nobody shall present a piece of bad news unless they also present a piece of good news!"):
In work news, I'm at that pulling-teeth-and-feeling-incompetent stage of ghostwriting something. I hate this stage. But I also got a whole pile of reviewed things back, so hurray!
In personal news, it's just me and the dog for a couple of days. She's pretty independent (and seems to have excellent bladder control -- I got back after midnight last night and let her out into the garden, only to turn around and see her gazing indignantly at me in "Hey! Why did you put me out here?" fashion), but I'm not going to make it back to the house before choir and am feeling like a Bad Parent in consequence. Oh dear.
Today for lunch we have two quiches--tuna and crab--with salad. Jane and Neil were there.Actually it may not even be bad news, but I'm scared about that drywall-going-up-to-the-roof comment.
Mr. Elksnitis came and was complimentary about the plumbing (awright, Dennis! and others) and approved the channel. He wants to have the drywall done on the party wall first, so that he can check it goes up to the roof. After that, no problem.
Dan and David hung the door on Jen's bathroom and either it or the door frame are a little warped. Will be fixed.
John, Jane and Neil spent the afternoon crating pictures for delivery to Newfoundland. (Contribution to the arts.)
The frig was delayed because frig hadn't arrived at warehouse. Robin called on this. Will let us know when available.
The Direct Energy guy turned up and turned on hot water. No problem. He also checked the gas metre. No problem. No charge.
Cheers all, Helen
In work news, I'm at that pulling-teeth-and-feeling-incompetent stage of ghostwriting something. I hate this stage. But I also got a whole pile of reviewed things back, so hurray!
In personal news, it's just me and the dog for a couple of days. She's pretty independent (and seems to have excellent bladder control -- I got back after midnight last night and let her out into the garden, only to turn around and see her gazing indignantly at me in "Hey! Why did you put me out here?" fashion), but I'm not going to make it back to the house before choir and am feeling like a Bad Parent in consequence. Oh dear.
