Another Week On
Beez Neez now Chy Whella
Big Bear and Pepe Millard
Sun 16 Feb 2014 23:57
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A Little Further On As Another Week Flies
By    The week began with not a bad view. All that was left of my poor bow thruster motor. A skipper who is on a promise to try NOT to get into trouble
through clumsiness, walking into wet varnish and generally causing my wrath to
raise its testy head. I am serious about trying,
really............. Yes dear and don’t let me hear Arrrr from you
lot out there.
   Work stopped at various times as
interesting vehicles appeared, the first one reminded me of Thunderbird Two. It was ever so
funny watching it coming down the street, a person appeared from the wheelhouse,
just like he was at sea. This little lady
was having her mast stepped as Rikki was causing
consternation as a lorry disappeared with the keel bulb, removed after a
mountain of a man took a club hammer to it, leaving the boatyard boys to worry
about stability in a blow.
  Finally a from
this to this event.
 OK so the other side of the room
still needs a ‘little work required’. Note the vase
from last weeks peace offering is still there. I will be so pleased when the
flowers have been filed..........One of the ladies in the office fell about when
I related the tale of its appearance on Beez, guess who will be awarded with it
next week.......... Russell, my new best friend has finally come up with enough
information (many photographs sent, measurements and descriptive emails later)
to order my new blinds, hence the hole below the hatch. We both like the low
relief lighting effect taken on by the fairy lights. Can you believe that silly
little job took all afternoon. All the head lining was taken down in the
morning, the strips varnished. All the bits were scrubbed and the buttons that
cover the screws, up it all went – does it look any different – NO, not that you
would notice, but like many things, you only notice if said thing looks dirty or
damaged. In fact, does all the varnishing make the lounge look any different,
no.
   Within seconds of me saying come and
see, ‘you know who’ was seen test driving the finished look. Bear took the
decision to cull half the cushions – steady. Is that your drink on the table.................Yes.....................and
don’t forget who is your captain, lord and master. Only because I
say you can and I’m too tired to argue. Talking of tired, I recorded a couple of
the greater snoring moments this week. I jingled my bangle during one piece so
as to prove I hadn’t digitally enhanced the noise. One backfired as himself
suddenly turned over and clattered his head on the camera, I fell about
laughing, no more sleep, then. Grrrrrrrrrrrr. Don’t you growl at me.
   OK so I joined in with a celebratory libation or three. Bear put a new battery in
our ‘most gopping purchase in New York’, but it’s so
bad it’s great and much loved, much giggling when I switched it on to test drive
the new batters. As darkness fell, there we were, unmoved,
still unshowered, but chillin’ to my music. I finally got my IPod out, as
I couldn’t take any more of a certain persons eclectic mix......I don’t mind one
or two of the songs from Hair, but all of them.........., I got fed up with
finding the remote, not always an easy task.................., to make it jump
to the next track and as for sixty six tracks of Marianne Faithful, where are my
cocktail sticks.......... Thank heavens, I have five hundred and forty one
favourites and they are all good, that will keep me going for a few days.
   During the lounge “putting back
together process”, Bear cleaned the table legs. I’ve
always thought they looked too utility and rather ugly. Idea. Make some booties
out of some carpet off-cuts. So what did wing nut do ???, straight on his head – OK so they won’t be on special any time soon
in Harrods, but, I think they look quite cute. Yes dear. Looking at this picture, I need to give you a lawn cut, you are
beginning to look a bit too fluffy – like Father Time. Yes dear.
I had a radical
moment – I took our toilet door off. Every time Bear walks into our bedroom he
clatters the en suite door. It folds back into the bedroom and its edge has
always been in the way. The number of times I have rushed out – usually because
‘you know who’ has got into mischief and called for help – I have stopped short
with a sleeve caught on the handle. Anyway, flushed with my success, I took the
sea berth toilet door and the office door off as well. Just need to find
somewhere I can hide them. Mmmmmm.
 It’s quite alarming. There I was,
standing doing a bit of washing up, when the crane passes extremely close by
Beez. New neighbour then......
   I could smell the skipper was painting his ‘office’. Oh dear and himself by the dollop on
his left hip and waistband of his trousers.............I think his head torch is in fear of becoming permanently attached.
Hey, but look, my new beast. Thank you Bear. Look at my bright, shiny, new bow thruster, all fitted except for the battery.
Now that is exciting. Most women get a bunch of flowers, a romantic night out
for Valentine’s Day, what do I get.............
 This morning the skipper had an egg event. A fairly poor picture as he was laughing so
much, he was wiggling his tray. In the last couple of days we finished watching
The Closer. Now on to Damages, just how much skull and duggery can each episode
fit in......... Wonder what will get finished this coming week. Well, I just looked through my eight page job list and sadly,
haven’t ticked anything off. Mmmmm.
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ALL IN ALL BETTER BEHAVIOUR
FROM WING NUT
MOVING SMOOTHLY ON
THEN........ |