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lady_t_220The sky hangs dark and ominous, deep storm clouds rolling across the horizon. Heavy raindrops begon to fall, pelting down with such venom that they seem to try and ricochet back upwards into the angry black skies, soaking any poor hapless soul who happens to be out in such godforsaken weather.
The couds flash white suddenly, lightening forking to the ground accompanied by a resounding KRAKAKOOOOM, as sound explodes in a harsh burst from the point of impact...
[/fantasy moment]
Actually, it's mostly just grey and overcast. It's wonderfully cool outside, yet still strangely hot when indors. And humid... don't forget the humid, last night's pathetic attempts at storming really only adding to that part of the equasion.
Am wishing I could have tomorrow off... I ain't gonna' get it, of course, because it'll be a day where, because it's quiet-ish (Only 5 changes instead of today's 6... ohh, lucky me) then we have to do some bottoming work.
Yup, that means wandering around with a bucket of soapy water, washing down skirting boards and scrubbing aimlessly at obscure dirty marks on stuff. Oh and toothbrushes, don't forget the toothbrushes... for scrubbing into the corners of shower stalls with, yessiree bob.
*Idly wonders when work became like the infamous toilet cleaning with a toothbrush scene in so many military-based movies*
I don't know how R does it, really I don't... You go into the parts of the hotel she's been in and they fucking GLEAM... You got into the parts I do and, no matter WHAT I do, they look... alright. Nothing wrong with them exactly but her parts are just like, open the door, dig out the sunglasss, heavenly choir does the AAaaaahhh aahhhhhhh thing. I don't get it...
But then again, she has been known to get up at 5am to do the ironing and clean her kitchen before she goes to work. I guess some people just have a (slightly unnerving) passion for it.
Me, my heart ain't in it... I get resentful when people make a mess. Like the chick in room 4 who managed to make three cups dirty just drinking ONE cup of tea. How on earth do you do that?
But I digress...
The maternal unit seems to be very much enamoured of her new cooker. Especially the integral griddle part, she's been griddling everything she can get her hands on. If she was the kind of person who squeeed with excitement, that's what she'd be doing every time she got to griddle.
Bless... odd but strangely entertaining.
Ohh, there's a nice bit of roadworks going on just on the corner up from the Firkin... a run of empty shops that the owner has been unsuccessfully trying to see off for months just had a slight accident.
Couple of days ago someone smashed in all the windows in the used-to-be-a-fireworks shop, and this morning, someone got the shock of their life as masonry started crumbling into the street.
All along the top of the building, behind the guttering and the lead flashing on the roof, the whole lot has started coming down. They've had to divert all the oncoming traffic cause it's just... crumbling. Big lumps of sandstone just *whap* onto the pavement. It's brought down a large chunk of the cast iron guttering and there's sheets of roof lead kinda of making a bid for freedom. It ain't gonna' be pretty. The council's got scaffolding going up right now to try and prevent it falling further, but it's going to be a costly repair bill to add on to an already unsaleable property.
Hell, it's not even as if anyone's willing to buy the land and build something new on it either, it's just that little bit too far out of the center to be really desireable. Too much expense and not enough return, I can see it getting bulldozed.
Which would be a shame because it's some rather nice late-Georgian architecture behind the grungy derelict store facias. The used-to-be-a-carpet shop used to be a methodist chapel I think. it had carved stonework saying methodist Chapel on the front that someone inexpertly filled over with cement.
*shakes head*
This is our problem as a nation. We got too much damn history for our own good, so we tend to get a little slipshod with it.
The couds flash white suddenly, lightening forking to the ground accompanied by a resounding KRAKAKOOOOM, as sound explodes in a harsh burst from the point of impact...
[/fantasy moment]
Actually, it's mostly just grey and overcast. It's wonderfully cool outside, yet still strangely hot when indors. And humid... don't forget the humid, last night's pathetic attempts at storming really only adding to that part of the equasion.
Am wishing I could have tomorrow off... I ain't gonna' get it, of course, because it'll be a day where, because it's quiet-ish (Only 5 changes instead of today's 6... ohh, lucky me) then we have to do some bottoming work.
Yup, that means wandering around with a bucket of soapy water, washing down skirting boards and scrubbing aimlessly at obscure dirty marks on stuff. Oh and toothbrushes, don't forget the toothbrushes... for scrubbing into the corners of shower stalls with, yessiree bob.
*Idly wonders when work became like the infamous toilet cleaning with a toothbrush scene in so many military-based movies*
I don't know how R does it, really I don't... You go into the parts of the hotel she's been in and they fucking GLEAM... You got into the parts I do and, no matter WHAT I do, they look... alright. Nothing wrong with them exactly but her parts are just like, open the door, dig out the sunglasss, heavenly choir does the AAaaaahhh aahhhhhhh thing. I don't get it...
But then again, she has been known to get up at 5am to do the ironing and clean her kitchen before she goes to work. I guess some people just have a (slightly unnerving) passion for it.
Me, my heart ain't in it... I get resentful when people make a mess. Like the chick in room 4 who managed to make three cups dirty just drinking ONE cup of tea. How on earth do you do that?
But I digress...
The maternal unit seems to be very much enamoured of her new cooker. Especially the integral griddle part, she's been griddling everything she can get her hands on. If she was the kind of person who squeeed with excitement, that's what she'd be doing every time she got to griddle.
Bless... odd but strangely entertaining.
Ohh, there's a nice bit of roadworks going on just on the corner up from the Firkin... a run of empty shops that the owner has been unsuccessfully trying to see off for months just had a slight accident.
Couple of days ago someone smashed in all the windows in the used-to-be-a-fireworks shop, and this morning, someone got the shock of their life as masonry started crumbling into the street.
All along the top of the building, behind the guttering and the lead flashing on the roof, the whole lot has started coming down. They've had to divert all the oncoming traffic cause it's just... crumbling. Big lumps of sandstone just *whap* onto the pavement. It's brought down a large chunk of the cast iron guttering and there's sheets of roof lead kinda of making a bid for freedom. It ain't gonna' be pretty. The council's got scaffolding going up right now to try and prevent it falling further, but it's going to be a costly repair bill to add on to an already unsaleable property.
Hell, it's not even as if anyone's willing to buy the land and build something new on it either, it's just that little bit too far out of the center to be really desireable. Too much expense and not enough return, I can see it getting bulldozed.
Which would be a shame because it's some rather nice late-Georgian architecture behind the grungy derelict store facias. The used-to-be-a-carpet shop used to be a methodist chapel I think. it had carved stonework saying methodist Chapel on the front that someone inexpertly filled over with cement.
*shakes head*
This is our problem as a nation. We got too much damn history for our own good, so we tend to get a little slipshod with it.
