After the flood.

Dec 17, 2011 10:16

Antique carpets and rugs smell very peculiar when wet. Sort of like wet sheep or goat or something. I'm having to dry two carpets (one of which is easily the size of my shamblyland room, the other is 2/3 size) by hand. This involves a lot of towels. And after ten minutes I smell like wet sheep too. Joy.

My father is convinced that the dining room furniture will be ruined. The table is being surprisingly robust about the whole thing, the chairs philosophical. Only the rugs seem to be deeply unhappy. Then again if I was like a woolen quagmire that went squelch, I'd be unhappy too.

Today is also the day I'm meant to sort and package the last of the ebay things. (Biba trousers are worth £144 - who knew?) It is also the day my father does christmas. By which I mean, tree, holly, food, wrapping paper, etc etc must all be got today. I have a lot of lists to make. I didn't get much sleep. Aaaand I smell like a sheep. *sigh*

Be well, keechers, monsters, entities and insanities various.
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oast, winterfest, family

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