Life has been so action-packed of late (learning about colour on a Rowan course, being part of the teaching team on a patchwork knitting day, editiong SlipKnot for the Knitting & Crochet Guild), that I've wondered how I ever managed to fit in a job, as well.
But I think I'd better find one, fast. I heard a horrified gasp from the garage this morning, followed by "water! Where's it all come from?". We're still trying to find where its all come from (though we've a sinking feeling that it may well have something to do with the stream which, locals tell us, used to flow where our house is built...) So far we've had to throw out a futon mattress and lots of carboard storage boxes. My sewing machines have both got damp. I have rather a lot of LPs drying out (I've placed them in the dish drainer!) and I've had to put lots of my stepdaughter's toys and books into the airing cupboard (she'll be home tomorrow to assess the damage).
I can't thank Graham, and Bob (who is the world's best neighbour) for all the sterling clearance and investigative work they're doing. We did wonder, to start with, if it was just storm water that had leaked in under the garage door but, alas, it does look as if it has been coming through from under the wooden platform where we've got our washing machine. I suppose there's a chance that water has gradually been leaking down from the back of the washing machine into the back of the platform, but having seen the back garden turn into a pond yesterday, and having seen water lapping just below the ventilation bricks under the living room, (and the living room slopes gently downhill toward the garage, which is part of the house, rather than a seperate building) I'm very nervous...
To cheer myself up, I must (i)remind myself that it could be just a plumbing problem! (ii) I shall insert a picture of the fabulous posy that I bought on the country market stall a couple of weeks ago! And (iii) note that life still goes on: I'll be papermaking in the textiles course that I go to each Thursday and Friday is Knitting & Stitching Show. Maybe I should knit a yurt?
But now I must do some serious income-hunting...
6 comments:
Oh no :-(
Soggy garage not good at all.
Having to find time to earn money not good at all either.
:-(
Good luck with the job hunt and hope the watery situation turns out to be less stressful than first thought.
On cheerier thoughts, I posy is beautiful, it was lovely to see you on Saturday, and hope you have a wonderful time at Ally Pally
Oooh, that doesn't sound good; hope you manage to sort things out and it isn't as bad as it looks.
Maybe I'll see you at Ally Pally on Friday!
Oh dear, I hope everything works out to not be too bad (and that the perfect job just falls into your lap).
Oh no! I hope you find the source of the problem soon. Good luck job-hunting. I recommend Cambridge University Temporary Employment Service. They've been very helpful to me.
I really hope all the stuff dries out and there's not too much mess. Soggy is rarely a good thing. Good luck with the income hunt.
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