When one door closes, another opens; but we often look so long and so regretfully upon the closed door that we do not see the one which has opened for us. (Bell)
So it begins on Nora’s paper.
I have found out that the paper mill that made this special paper closed in the eighties and that this paper is now sought after and difficult to get hold of. Oh dear. I have made a few sketches and hearing this now feel I can’t do the paper justice!
This week was the week of the boiler. Luckily it is summer and we only need hot water and not the heating (#firstworldproblems!). Anyway last week it decided to pack up and flood down the wall. The insurance company decided that it was not an emergency as there are no young children in the house (?) so we had to switch off the hot water and make do with cold til they could get an engineer out. Fine. I would go to the leisure centre for my swim and shower. Strangely the boiler at the leisure centre was under maintenance so I had cold showers. What next?
After the weekend the engineer finally turned up and taking one look at the boiler he refused outright to fix it. Health and Safety!. This company has been servicing this boiler for seven years. Now , when it came to the crunch they deemed it too unsafe to spend time fixing it in the position it is in. The boiler is half way up our stairwell and needs steps to get to it.
The engineer said if we wanted it fixed we (the householders) would have to build a proper platform for him to make the access safe or something.
Grrrr. We ended up finding a local plumber and his mate who were quite happy to to fix it and build a small makeshift step. Hurrah – after a week without hot water it was suddenly pure luxury to have it running out of the taps.
Its funny how you become so expectant to have all his on demand. It was unthinkable to have to wait ..how could we wash? How could we survive? How silly. We boiled the kettle more and went to the Leisure centre, we didn’t die. We have cancelled the insurance and kept the number of the local plumber. If it breaks we will pay when it happens. Paying out seven years of insurance to a company couldn’t fix it because of bureaucracy seemed pointless.
So that is the story of the boiler and the makeshift step…..
My Sunday car boot sale excursion and I found this at one man’s stall.( He was reluctant to sell although that may have been a sales ploy!) I paid £5 in the end and there is 31 sheets of amazing soft cream paper all with a watermark.
The only thing that it does have is a very old musty smell. I would guess that Nora is long gone. There may be a story there and I should have asked the seller more……..
Now I just have to use them for beautiful drawing – no pressure :)
I am dreaming of sunny beaches and blue, blue skies. Here it rains.Or it is a bit grey and maybe the odd bout of sun here and there….. :)
We took a trip to Birmingham and only when we hit the motorway did we hit the rainstorm too and the windscreen wipers revealed themselves to be on their last legs.We watched in horror as they gradually loosened up and the rubber strip separated. It created some interesting streaks on the window but it was good to get out of the rain and no longer have them flapping around