I am mostly listening to Sia

Hi,
Not much time has passed but life has been eventful for the Hounslow 3. Allie has survived well since hover-gate I am pleased to report, possibly helped by the departure of Hover bed which was actually rather sad. The saga with the Scandinavian furniture company continues onwards however and we currently have just armchairs. M*C may want to skip this bit..... (will indicate a rejoining point). The Bond Chair is a bit ill. Although I am not blaming Dad, there was a bit of a crack when he sat on it recently.... The Bond Chair was originally a pair and actually from my Great Grandparants (my mum's side for those who are interested and actually my Grandma's parents). The poor thing has suffered at the hands of cats for some time (Allie's contribution is meger really) is in desperate need of reholpersting (that's the best phonic spelling I can russle up). Anyho, as soon as the basement is finished it is going to go in to rehab so I can fix the base which should just need a brace either side and eventually when we have soon spare cash not already predisposed to have it recovered and Allie put in to aversion therapy to leave it be. It most certainly not going to join hover-bed.

M*C you can carry on reading from here

Last weekend I offically went Ape or should I say very weak at the knees and sweaty at the palms. I have signed up to Turner Tours entertainment package recently after being pressure sold at a supermarket and frankly not looked back but defintly down since. The idea of swinging through the trees in Bracknell Forest seemed an awesome ideas - me 'Adventure never too big Katty' after all. And who would have thought I have a height issue - perhaps not the poor children and their parents as I went screaming and swearing through air of the tarzan challange. Like cycling to Brighton had the definite factor of glad I've done it - it was pretty cool. But also incredibly terrifing! Anyway, it was lovely to see Miss Turner, the millionaire founder of Turner Tours and also see her and Neil's lovely new home in Reading. A smashing evening was had enjoying a bar-be-que and 'guess the TV theme tune' and then when a slug attempted to download porn we moved inside and watched Monsters Inc. on Neil's very impressive media centre. Next day we woke up, made badges of Helen and, well, went Ape!

We had to shoot off as Allie was struggling with a tin opener (I really hope the RSPCA don't read this). And my parents were rumoured to be in the hood. We had a quick bite to eat which I managed to pretty much make Mum prepare entirely and then off to the Windsor Castle which is our localgay bar and not Liz's Slough hang out. It was cabarat night with Candy which was awful in a brilliant way. Dad was offered drinks by some lesbians and then kissed a man whilst wishing him well with his impending Civil Partnership. In fact Dad rather enjoyed himself by all accounts, reporting back from the gents when to get free condoms. Mum was a little less physical with the clientel (thank god - it was enough hassle keeping an eye on my 'Gay Dad - now, who remembers them?) and was also introduced to Magners. Cracking night anyho.

And on to the week which was fairly uneventful until Wednesday night at approximately 11.50pm. Helen and I were safely tucked up in bed and listening to the phenomal amount of rain being chucked down outside until we heard a crack and some running water. Now, as a newly found wimp, I stayed in bed and ordered Helen to investigate. Off she trots in to the bathroom and I am sat there looking at the wall which has water pouring down it..... it was a long night suffice to say which included the bathroom ceiling leaking and then cracking. In these times I phoned the 4th emergency service - i.e. mum. I tell you, poor girl, imagine this:
A slightly tired mum "hello?"
Me: "mum!!! we don't know what to do! our bedroom ceiling is leaking!!"
Mum: "ok, calm down, do you have any tarpooling something to put on the roof to stop the leak"
[helen shouts in the background]
Me: "OH MY GOD - I've got to go - the bathroom ceiling is leaking now"
Hangs up
Fortunatly the leak was directly above the bath so we didn't have any floor damage. That said, everytime we have a bath we now have to pick bits of ceiling out that have dopped in. The other thing to be thankful for is the roof is not our responcibility and we are also covered for the water damage by the building insurance. However until the roof is fixed the insurance company won't permit the repair work which includes a sparky coming out to test the electrics so we have been living by some mega chilled ambiant low level lighting (the water poured over a light socket and actually came through the light fixture in the ceiling). Nevermind - its been quite an adventure and not actually as bad as it sounds.

On Friday, Steve our neighbour (he bought the other ground floor flat) had his offical moving in party that was very cool. He has done an amazing job on his flat which is very inspiring. Saturday was meant to be spent wallpapering but as the bedroom now requirers replastering we went in to town with the bikes with the intention of doing Helen's route to work but abondoned the idea when we realised it would take a lot longer. We cycled around the South Bank and then towards Elephant and Castle to get to the Imperial War musuem. Which was fun and also rather grounding too. We sampled life on a sub, lived through a blizt and went in to battle in the WW1 trenches.

So what up to the present. Today we started off the usual routine of reading the saturday papers, tidied the flat, went to the Windsor Castle for sunday lunch, back home and did some study whilst Helen applied for a few jobs and then to see the Queen which was very good but I am still thinking about it and now - finishing the blog, listening to Sia and getting abit tired - so good night and over and out,

Love

Kat x