Two more dead Koi this
morning. What on Earth is wrong in the pond? It's not as though the
fish are in need of food - they don't seem hungry at all. I wonder if
it something to do with the cold snap a week or so ago after a very
mild winter.
The Rear Admiral arrived
and we set off to find Chip. Regular readers of this drivel may
recall an entry from October 2010 when we helped Chip move to a
second storey flat. We nearly killed ourselves lugging no end of gear
across town and up flights of stairs. At the time I told him that he
was never to move out of that flat - moving in was too much like hard
work.
So despite my better
judgement, today I found myself helping him move house again. All the
heavy, awkward, bulky items I'd heaved up all of those flights of
stairs had to be heaved back down those same stairs, back into a van,
and driven to the aptly named Queen's Street. Most of the stuff
survived the move, but one of the wardrobes did look a little the
worse for wear by the time I'd done my thing with it. I offered to
repair the thing with a hammer; perhaps making good the scrapes I'd
made in the paintwork might be a better thing to do.
It has to be said that I
noseyed round his new house with more than a tad of jealousy. It's a
wonderful house on four floors with a wonderful attic room and an
even better basement suite. Bearing in mind his previous houses,
there seems to be a marked absence of toilets. But what he lacks in
cludgies this time, he more than makes up with stairs.
For some reason we were
amazingly organised today. Previous house moves have dragged on all
day long. Sometimes they have taken a whole weekend. Today we had two
loads to lug down stairs, across town and up stairs again. And even
taking the best part of an hour for a very leisurely lunch (yum!)
we were all done by early afternoon.
And so home, where I
spend several hours working on a Powerpoint presentation and a web
site. I have to prepare a presentation that will take ten minutes to
deliver. Am I being that facetious when I say that every minute of a
presentation requires an hour of preparation?
Whilst I did my thing
upstairs, the Bat did his thing in the kitchen. He'd been wanting to
stage a dinner party for some time, but lacking the wherewithal he'd
asked to borrow mine. I was quite content to have someone cook me my
dinner and let him get on with it. And once dinner was cooked, nine
of us sat down to some really good curries. A really good time was
had by all. We must do it again sometime soon...
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