Tradies in the roof...
There was a tradie in my roof this morning.
It reminded me of nothing so much as having possums in the roof. Both sorts of mammals are noisy and make you unpopular with the neighbours. Both have the potential to generate unpleasantly large bills. And both are notorious for their piles of droppings.
But my tradie has fortunately brought me more than just a generous sprinkling of brick dust. He has adorned the wall of each and every room* with a brand new DOUBLE POWERPOINT. This is most pleasing, as it will reduce the need for the stacking of double adaptors in powerboards on those plug-with-a-plug-on-top power cord thingies. Even better, he has hung upon the walls ELECTRIC PANEL HEATERS. Said heaters are currently rendering the flat positively toasty. This is a particularly good effort as the door and windows are open, to disperse the pervasive fragrance d'appliance nouveau. And all this is not a minute too soon, as night and early morning temperatures have recently sunk to levels which make a mockery of global warming** and send me scurrying for the blankets and hot cups of anything.
*except the bathroom. He did go into the bathroom to access the manhole, but no installations were needed since the bathroom already came equipped with what I call a "Hiroshima Light". By which I mean one of those fan/heater/light thingies which lights up with the heat and brightness of 1000 suns - a thing indeed of great joy (and many detected pimples, blocked pores and weirdly growing hairs - ick!).
**yes I know global climate change doesn't really work like that. Never let scientific accuracy get in the way of a good rhetorical flourish, I say...
It reminded me of nothing so much as having possums in the roof. Both sorts of mammals are noisy and make you unpopular with the neighbours. Both have the potential to generate unpleasantly large bills. And both are notorious for their piles of droppings.
But my tradie has fortunately brought me more than just a generous sprinkling of brick dust. He has adorned the wall of each and every room* with a brand new DOUBLE POWERPOINT. This is most pleasing, as it will reduce the need for the stacking of double adaptors in powerboards on those plug-with-a-plug-on-top power cord thingies. Even better, he has hung upon the walls ELECTRIC PANEL HEATERS. Said heaters are currently rendering the flat positively toasty. This is a particularly good effort as the door and windows are open, to disperse the pervasive fragrance d'appliance nouveau. And all this is not a minute too soon, as night and early morning temperatures have recently sunk to levels which make a mockery of global warming** and send me scurrying for the blankets and hot cups of anything.
*except the bathroom. He did go into the bathroom to access the manhole, but no installations were needed since the bathroom already came equipped with what I call a "Hiroshima Light". By which I mean one of those fan/heater/light thingies which lights up with the heat and brightness of 1000 suns - a thing indeed of great joy (and many detected pimples, blocked pores and weirdly growing hairs - ick!).
**yes I know global climate change doesn't really work like that. Never let scientific accuracy get in the way of a good rhetorical flourish, I say...