A rather strange sort of a chap came yesterday to mend the gas cooker...he fixed it mind you and knocked vast amounts of money off because Himself paid him in cash...but he was incredibly noisy.
Banging and clattering and dashing out to his van, closing the front door behind him with a terrific crash that shook the rafters...or it would have done, if we had any rafters to speak of.
Then he'd charge back indoors and away would go the front door again...
We'd shut the kittens in the bedroom, so they couldn't escape out into the wild blue yonder and Bobby was shut outside because he does take against some people...that left Eilis and Millie indoors. Your man would kept clicking his tongue at Eilis everytime he shot past her...she did actually show her teeth at him, but it didn't stop him...he said she was smiling.
Himself said it wasn't so much a smile...more of a grimace...and it might be as wise not to keep tapping her on her head 'cos she's liable to bite.
Your man said he'd never been bitten by a dog yet and didn't hear Himself mutter 'there's always the first time'
Then he asked me what all the equipment was for and I told him briefly about COPD and needing oxygen and he said I looked very well though and must be getting better...
I stifled the urge to slap him.
Because he had to pull the cooker away from the wall it meant moving the small drawer unit as well...he sort of grabbed it and yanked and it made a dreadful screech across the tiled floor while I could see Himself glowering at the marks on the tiles and the thought of having to put the unit back together 'cos it was only a cheap one from Argos...oddly enough it survived.
When I wasn't wanting to give him a sharp smack, I was struggling not to burst out laughing 'cos he sort of tipped his head to one side when he spoke...rather like the way a pet budgie will look at you...
We were really hungry, which didn't help matters...he hadn't arrived until 5.30pm and had the inside of the cooker all over the floor until an hour later...
And I'd been trying to write about my new shiny wheelchair...having to stop to gather my thoughts after each enormous crash...
He fixed it anyway and disappeared out of the door with much waving and good lucks...
I collapsed in a soggy heap of giggles over the keyboard and Himself was peeling tatties when the front door suddenly burst open again.
He'd left the keys to his van in the kitchen.