House to home

After a late night I was woken just after seven this morning to the sound of someone whipper snipping the hair off my ears. I Ignored it as long as possible and was setting about worldly, coffee and paper things, about seven thirty when the phone rang and the Wiseberry Handyman announced that he was, unlike Elvis, in the building. Yes I remembered the appointment to repair the sash cord and he would be welcome subject to some ablutions (the sash cord was in the toilet). His visit over relatively painlessly I continued to read and relax till nine when the plumber called. A week ago we were inspected by the old crone landlord with her sweaty grandson/ heir I suspect and the punk boy agent. In all of the one hundred and one leases I have signed there was a clause which gave the landlord or agent the right to inspect with due notice etc. For the first hundred no such inspection incurred though the last agent would send letters announcing inspections that never occurred. Phantom inspections for the sake of the filing only I guess. Now three more bodies along with me in my little pad is a situation where people need to be offered seats and refreshments but that wasn’t going to happen so I kept my seat and gave them carte blanche to roam and peer. “Were there any faults that needed repair” I was asked. “Well the spout at the kitchen sink sprays most of its water from the base rather than its mouth” I said omitting to say that I had reported this to the punk agent upon moving in and before and after plumbers came to replace the hot water service. Immediately I regretted this rash exclamination as I recalled how when I warned of its’ (the hot water service) immanent demise it was replaced and my rent raised by the cost of the repair per year for perpetuity. So it was the keen eyed crone or her shorthand taking grandson who noted the sash cord and prompted the plumber to conduct a comprehensive service of all washers and fittings and at her own expense one hopes.

All this tradie activity set me thinking about Chris and Sue’s new four bedroom home in Goulburn with the large open plan living area and all those walls and all of those spaces that need to be filled






I know it’s not my responsibility but if I were you I’d be throwing a big house warming where guests could bring their unwanted objects du art and brick a brac, sort of a ‘throw out’ party. There used to be lots of good stuff around my way till the GFC struck. There’s still stuff but now it’s more like genuine rubbish that Olly would enjoy.
You should invite these wild Guys, In fact get them to handle the promotion, skilled pamphlet technicians indeed.

Mmmm tasty

Too soon to be thinking of little children of course

This curious TV always wondered what the view would be like from the other side.

Painting and Decorating are always a concern in a home of this scale.
These do a good clean professional job but you need to keep a spare key for the cherry picker as they are always leaving theirs in the other trousers with the wash.

These guys are messy but they get great coverage and work extremely cheap.



My mate Walter may be persuaded to decorate your window reveals. It’ll send resale value through the roof.


Oh by the way Kell, I noticed this with your name all over it.

As for myself, my requirements are simpler so should any of you notice one of these on a throughout or cheap on e-bay please let me know.