Daydream fund challenge part 4

Really just posting something - anything - to knock the "make money" off the " most recent post" bit!

Dog settling in. Spends much of his time upside down as his legs are too long. Cats are distinctly smarter than dogs. Sheep too.

Will post a photo ... panoramic needed for length. Need to find time to upload somewhere.

Had ill sheep, now better.

Well, at least Mr Fishsick's post listing (ah autocorrect, was fish wick .. It knows all) has finally been burned off the internet!

Conservatory is going up. Well, the old porch on the rear came down, then foundations went down further still. They've found an old floor from when the house was larger, probably around 1600. Too macerated to be of any use, but still curious to see. It seems they moved the house steadily to higher ground, presumably to avoid flooding... so just the place to extend with a conservatory! I swore I'd never buy anything that could flood - ever. Oh well

Things seem to be going well, and the chap doing the building work is a character - has an old house in France, up in the Midi wilderness, that he's been rebuilding for donkeys years, and he isn't the fastest. However, he then decided to use up all the aggregate and cement he'd been allocated on the foundations, and then ordered another lorry for the construction. His boss is going to love him! Oh, and the lorries can't get down the lane by the house, so they have to drop it in the farm yard.... so little tractor has come into its own, moving stuff about. There's another huge load of sand and cement due tomorrow... garghhh!

Dog. Now, he's probably going to be allowed to stay. Possibly. Well, maybe, we'll see.... His legs are too long, as is his nose, and his tail. He doesn't like things that go BANG, and even pop is too much, really. The builders are all doing everything as quietly as they can - even bricks to be split get taken by wheelbarrow a further twenty yards, so's not to disturb the pooch. (Again, their boss will be delighted at their speed...). He does curl up really, really, really small, and he can just fit on a lap. Well, he can't, but he won't accept it. He ignores the sheep utterly (they might as well not exist), is scared of the donkeys, horses, doves (!) and cats. They make him curl up extra, extra tight.




He just sort of folds in the middle when there's a cat in the vicinity!



I'm knackered. I've loaded eight tonnes of aggregate and thirty bags of cement, and restacked four pallets of bricks. I'm covered in cement dust (even when bags aren't burst, they just leak by osmosis). But, progress.... for now. I can't help but remember Dave's trials... and worry! Oh well, fingers crossed. How is that panning out, anyway?

Oh, cats are indisputably better. It's my wife's dog. Especially just before evening walk in the rain. Cats prefer fire and sofas. As do I!

Davesnave wrote: »

Ours are still out, but they'll be in around 21.00, and if they aren't, they'll come when we call them in. :A

They'll get a pleasant surprise tonight, with the wood burner being lit.

My Idiot Cat decided last night was the perfect time to go for wander up the shed, along the wall and into the building site a few doors down.

Five hours later, once he'd finally worked out where he lived, I heard something wailing and keening like a Banshee at the front door, and opened it to find a slightly agitated puff ball of Stupid waiting on the doorstep. His only experience of being out the front has been when he's fallen out of the living room window into the windowbox.

Tonight, the soppy, non aggressive twit tried to get away with refusing to get off my coat, getting quite insistent with leaping back on it. After being unceremoniously placed upon the floor, he's been attached to the furry throw on the sofa since 5.40pm.


I think he might be able to tell that the weather is changing and doesn't want a repetition of last night's debacle.

Grumpy Fluffy Cat hasn't left her spot, eight inches away from the radiator since about the same time of day.



I've had one of those days at work where the Offspring of the Parish were the least of my concerns. When you go and see the nice lady in Accounts to chase up progress on the order you placed three weeks ago, she asks what it was for, you say 'tinsel and holly garlands for the Christmas Show' and not only does she say she hasn't got around to placing the order yet, but when did you want it for - well, what do you do?


I'm really trying to be a good person. I answered her calmly and patiently and then stepped out the office.






I think somebody (not me) might be dashing off to the Poundshop to get some tut for decorating the Church.