Who’d have thought one would see anything more out of the ordinary in my street than a man in a hospital gown?
Well, how about a dog on a drip?
While speaking on the phone with my eldest daughter, outside my local (no, I’d not actually been drinking), I noticed a dog walking down the street. Its owner was carrying a drip which was attached to the animal.
Fortunately, the vet was within a minute’s walk. For the average dog.
I’ve not been home long after childsitting; my eldest grandchildren. The wearher out there is foul, so my walk from the bus stop to our house was brisk. My focus was on returning home before getting too wet. Which is probably how I almost didn’t notice the woman in a nurse’s uniform, walking up the street. Or the fact that she seemed to be escorting a man. He was wearing only a hospital gown.
Fortunately, it would’ve been a short walk to the hospital.
I can’t stress enough how much of a difference a wood burner can make. When I went to bed last night, I closed the door of the living room stove (the heating had been turned off hours beforehand). And, this morning, I was surprised to be met with a red glow when I opened the door again.
After a quick poke of the ashes and the addition of a couple of bits of wood, the fire had burst into life again.
And the heating’s not needed this morning.
Last winter, when a damaged chimney had put the wood burner out of action, our gas bill rocketed. But, with lined chimneys and a second stove, we’ll reverse that trend this winter.
Most important, though, it’s the nicest form of heating.
A cheese sandwich.
Or not. To be honest, I’ve not been impressed with vegan ‘cheese’. The soft, spreadable stuff’s OK, but the harder variety’s not great.
Until today. Vegan cheese slices purchased this evening from Asda have proven to be quite edible. I’d even go as far to say that they’re really nice.
Well done Asda.
I’m not the biggest fan of southern rock. I need to say that right away.
But my second in command might be. So we went to our local to see Skinny Molly. Who were pretty amazing.
My second in command thought so too; a late evening for a breakfast chef is a rare thing, so staying until the end was something of a surprise.
A couple of really shaky phone pictures.
A little stove rope, some fire cement and a coat of paint; all finished.
The stove’s bigger than it looks, possibly more than we need for the room, since it’s an 8 or 9kw. But it’s legal in a smokeless zone.
I need to start thinking about the next project now.
There’s clearly still a little work to do, but the kitchen stove is finally fitted.
Should be able to try it out tomorrow.
Stuff tends to pass me by, but is it close to the anniversary of Elvis’ death?
I only mention this because Priscilla Presley seems to be on every UK TV chat show lately. And I only mention her because she’s had pretty shocking cosmetic surgery.
Why?
Continuing on from a few days with stops in Samuel Smith’s pubs, I felt compelled to visit Ye Olde Blue Bell after a work trip to Preston.
I only had time for a pint of stout before having to catch a train, but it was a most welcome break.
And, naturally, the train is delayed, so I could’ve had a second.
Home after a very pleasant few days away. A most enjoyable time. Nice people were encountered.