Crystal's workers arrive for cat run. Crystal feels exhausted.
October 23rd 2007 11:16
Millet -the Gleaners
That's a copy of one of the old masters, what I'd give to have the original, it really does something to me, takes me back into a world long past. It's on the walls of my hall along with several others, it's a very wide hall . Do you like this artist?
Well I woke this morning and noticed that Tinkerbelle was staring forlornly out into the garden, but I'll have to keep her inside while the builders are here, which will be all day. So we had a leisurely breakfast together and it was just so nice not to be going to work during the week.
I was still in my dressing gown when they arrived. I hadn't even had my shower but they were early and soon the garden was a buzz with workers. Bob, the builder was busy giving instructions and I beat a hasty retreat into my bedroom before having a quick shower, taking ki..oops tinkerbelle with me.
I put on an old pair of jeans and a loose t -shirt and no bra, and left my hair loose, I didn't want to be cooped up today, I wanted to be free in every sense of the word. Bob came in to check out a few details with me and I wished I'd put my bra on, keeping my arms up around me and onto my face, instead.
He really is a cool dude as they say and looked to be in his mid 30s.
He did seem very solicitous and attentive I must say and I am not sure I know how that made me feel. I didn't feel a bit like that with Steve.
He said the door man would be along presently and asked that I keep an eye on the cat so it wouldn't wander out and maybe get hurt accidentally. He said the door man would need to get inside and outside and it might be a good idea to keep that room out of bounds for the cat for the next couple of days.
With this said, he retreated and the noise level rose higher.
I rang work, leaving a message with the receptionist that I was sick and would not be in for a couple of days. She was fine and didn't ask any questions. I retreated once more to the bedroom with Tinkerbelle.
Just as the noise was increasing and there was some banging going on the phone rang.
Wouldn't you know it was 'face ache' . "How are you", he asked.
"Sick", I replied.
And just as he was about to say more I told him I'd not be in until Thursday.
Just then there was a loud bang and the sound of raised voices.
"What's that?", he asked.
"It's the people next door, they are having some work done. And it's giving me a headache so please let me be" and I hung up, hearing the sharp intake of his breath, treating me like a school girl, I thought.
So I lay on the bed; if I wasn't sick before, I was now, and Tinkerbelle jumped up and lay beside me and for once I let her.
After a couple of hours the noise abated and the men were gone. I looked out the window. What a mess. How on earth were they ever to get it done.
Just then the door man arrived and I showed him where I wanted the cat door. He said, "leave me to it" and I closed the door behind me and once more retreated.
Wheelbarrow and tools
Within an hour or so he was finished and came to find me. He explained how he'd taped up the door, in and out, until the run was finished, and that they shouldn't have to come in any more. He was so kind and considerate. And stopped to talk to Tinkerbelle and stroked her gently, She wrapped herself around his legs, purring happily, which rather surprised me.
Once he was gone I could let Tinkerbelle roam free in the house, she immediately went to the door and started playing with the tape, fortunately it was very secure but she was a curious little mite.
So that was that and I didn't see any men for the rest of the day. I trusted they'd be back to-morrow.
The rest of the day passed slowly and Tinkerbelle seemed to have developed a fascination with that door. I just sat in the room and watched her. It was a lovely experience.
Now the day is done and it will soon be time for bed. Funny how exhausted one can be when one hasn't done anything.
I looked outside, there was an interesting moon, I would have loved to go out in the garden and watched the sky but Tinkerbelle and I were both housebound.
Starry night
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Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
Michaelie
Comment by Krystal
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She's been 'fixed up', I haven't been, that's the difference. Yes, frisky is the way to go, as I'm so often told.
You seem pretty frisky yourself?
Crystal ( with a K)
Comment by Michaelie
Flick Wit
Not so much frisky as frazzled this morn, which is quite unusual for me. Frisky is my natural state, lol.
Michaelie (with an M, hehe)
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Bob the builder sounds sexy... I'd be looking forward to tomorrow...