Sunday, 4 September 2011

Killing me softly.

I have been lazy and ignored this little corner of the internet while I carry on wishing that I win the lottery week after week - if only I gambled my money away in such a fashion, allowing me to get professionals in to finish off my house and landscape the garden properly. As it stands, the main bordello bedroom has been completed, including lighting. So far there are no pictures on the wall as Richard's taste in art greatly differs from mine. But I have had the fitted wardrobes done and although designed by a female there is no way in hell that I can hang a dress in my wardrobe. I'll have to hang them in the guest bedroom's wardrobe, when we get it.

Slowly, the house is coming together although it is still a bit of a very dusty building site.

We are getting to know our neighbours, although only by sound on one side. Some very friendly Polish people live there, or at least, there is a man who smiles at us a lot whenever he tends to his roses in his front garden. As he and several friends were enjoying a barbecue the other day one of the men decided to have a good, long pee against the hedge separating our gardens just as Richard went out to get the washing in. Even the Belgians, who are well known for having a pee here, there and everywhere, don't tend to pee in front of their friends at a barbecue.

Perhaps it's an English thing.

I am still enjoying my visits to ASDA and its little 'Vulture Corner' where I can buy some fantastic deals when they reduce the prices. I bought a £6 joint of beef yesterday for 44p and 2 trays of chicken goujons worth £4 each for £1 each. I never got such deals in my local Delhaize in Belgium so it's like winning the lotto here. Well, sort of.

Today we went to a Boot Market, and although I have been to one in Liverpool, it was fun. We came back with four books, a bottle opener, a leather bracelet to replace Richard's broken one and three antique glasses. Oh, and Richard bought a stack of ancient copies of the Daily Mail (of all papers) dating from 1952-69. I'll burn them next week.

It's back to prepping the hallway, landing and dining room tomorrow.

My back really hurts.

Go on Richard, correct my apostrophe's. Snigger.

17 comments:

a said...

Weeing in the hedge keeps the foxes away. Apparently…

Bart said...

Dear Zoe,

Could you please stop spreading nonsense about Belgians in general and more specifically Belgian men and their supposed peeing habits? We've got two toilets in the house, I even lift the toilet seats and I have been known to put them down again on various occasions and when we have visitors.

Zoe said...

Bart, dear, I am sure that even you have stopped on a busy road to shake hands with the vicar on more than one occasion.

Richard said...

In a past life I collected road tolls. In 6 years I served about three million customers and the only one who got out and relieved himself against his vehicle was a Belgian trucker. I remember it so well. He even kept one hand on his vehicle because that legalizes the procedure in certain European outposts.

Wendy Ascham said...

Are you insinuating that Belgians are always pissing about?

Anonymous said...

At least the neighbor didn't drop trousers and crap in the chrysanthemums. THAT would have been truly tacky.

Why won't a dress fit in the wardrobe? Haven't you given up hoop skirts yet?

Anonymous, too

Zoe said...

Wendy, Belgians will piss here, there and everywhere.

Anonymous, too, the wardrobe has two shelves; one at the top to hang shirts etc, and one at the bottom. When it was designed I didn't even think of dresses as I so rarely wear them. Now I'm stuffed.

Anonymous said...

Then hang them in a garment bag in the back of the coat cupboard. Richard can quietly throw them out in six or nine months and the problem is solved.

PS: If you and Richard can't agree on pictures to hang in the bedroom, hang mirrors. Or hang Richard.

Anon, too

Richard said...

The coat cupboard was the first thing I was instructed to destroy.

Guyana-Gyal said...

No, don't burn the old papers next week...save them for winter.

Vicus Scurra said...

Please let me know when the tone improves around here, so that it is safe for gentlefolk to visit.

Even the word verification is "farcu".

Ricardipus said...

I myself was traumatized as a young boy by the realization that in France, gentlemen will happily piss by the side of the road in full view of everybody. Well, one at least. We don't do such things over here in Canada. Much.

Invader Stu said...

Wow. No one sent me the memo about us being allowed to pee on hedges now. England has really changed since I was last back.

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Anonymous said...

What makes you think he is English - much more likely to be Polish as the man giving the party is your Polish neighbour.

Zoe said...

Oh dear, it seems that the irony has gone way over your head, anon.

Pat said...

Crewe? I can't help feeling I've missed a couple of episodes along the way.

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