Facebook’s
timehops has brought up these gems from three years ago
5
December 2014
Talk about absent minded bloody academics...
Because of Ferretfingers's aversion to music and adverts I
listen to tv using headphones and at the moment I have a lovely comfy pair
which blocks out most extraneous noises.
So there I was watching “I'm A Celebrity.Get Me Out Of Here!” and I hear this bellowing of "Ben! Ben!"
from upstairs - loud enough to get through.
Take off the headphones and bellow back "WHAT?"
"I've flooded the bath"
Then I hear it.
The kitchen is
having its own personal monsoon season.
Go upstairs and
the water is out of the bath and the bathroom and working its way past the
toilet door. He's standing there with the plug in his hand.
We have a lot of towels (thanks to
bringing back all his mother's and brother's when we cleared the family home so
I empty half the airing cupboard and he mops and wrings them.
I dash down to the kitchen and put
buckets and bowls over where it's coming in worst. Fortunately the ceiling is
boards not plaster so it just runs through, all over the work surface and under
the microwave and onto the floor. Fester
comes down and there's more mopping and wringing.
Eventually I bring myself to the
point where I can actually ask what happened.
"Oh it was a combination of
football and cycling on the telly" by which he means the laptop which he
watches while putting lists of pits into the pc. He'd started running the bath then got
absorbed.
So now we have the washer spinning
the towels prior to them being washed tomorrow - together with all the stuff we
got out of the laundry basket for emergency mopping. The dehumidifier and fan
heater are going full blast on the landing to get the carpet dried out (no
they're not sitting on the wet bit). The kitchen floor is covered in old
clothes to catch and mop up the remaining drips. And the last time I had the
lights on there was a worrying spitting noise from one of the bulbs.
Thunderthighs has wisely stayed in
the loft, apart from popping his head out to say "My it's warm up
here."
They do say "Tomorrow is
another day"
Yes - another day when I'll be clearing up somebody else's mess.
I'm going down to my sister's on
Sunday - God only knows what I'll find when I get back
Mrs Leftfooter - Well at least he had
his clothes on....Wait! Don't reply to that. xx
Bentonbag - Actually he did - hadn't got ready for the bath
The
next day I posted
You'd have loved this afternoon.
In order to get the kitchen lights to
function without sparking, steaming or spitting Fester was stood below them
drying them out with the hairdryer.
"Is this our hairdryer?"
We've only got one hairdryer.
"So this is the one I use to dry
the radio when it falls in the bath?"
(NB the radio falls in of its own volition - no hairyarsedbastard drops
it)
Nevertheless we still only have one
hairdryer.
"That's funny - I thought it was
green"
The kitchen lights are now functioning
perfectly.
So this week:
Ferretfingers hurled the tivo
remote to the floor and it no longer functions;
Fester flooded the bathroom, half
the landing and most of the kitchen;
and today the washing-up-bowl
sprung a leak (only 18 years old I bought it when Thunderthighs was born).
Sneaky the last one.
I was sterilising jars for apple
jelly.
Laid them in the bowl.
Boiled kettle, and poured boiling water around
and on jars to heat but not crack.
Filled
and boiled kettle.
Came back to bowl and
thought "I'm sure the water was higher than that."
Took about three kettlefulls before
I was certain.
Felt like one of those arithmetic
problems about filling a bath with the plug out ....
Unlike last night .
