A Tale in two halves, Part One

When we moved from our semi to our first bungalow (the one with the supermarket directly behind us), a lot of our stuff remained boxed up in the garage until we’d got ourselves sorted and decorated throughout.
We actually had plans for the property, but it would all take time (and money) so would be a gradual process as we didn’t want to take out loans to do it.

The bungalow had two bedrooms, a lounge diner and a third room that wasn’t really good for anything as it had two doors in it, one from the hallway and one into the second bedroom. Access to the other bedroom was through the dining area.
This was because the property had been extended on two separate occasions by different builders. One had utilised the original back door for entry to the new room, and on the other side, a picture window had been taken out and replaced by a wall and doorway into the extension.

In the beginning, we put a new back door in the third room, and used it as an office cum music room as it nicely housed my piano in later months (actually, it was the only way to get it in).

We had finished decorating, and Hubby was putting in the last screw of the final shelf, when disaster hit, or rather he hit a water pipe!
It didn’t make any sense, as we could see the central heating pipe going through the wall on one side and out the other.
Ah, although the pipe went into the wall, it actually went up into the roof, across the beam and down the other side, not straight through it.

I pride myself that I didn’t panic.
I calmly went to turn the water off and got a bucket whilst Hubby did his Dutch Boy impression.
fingerThe phone rang.
It was Bro (in NZ), could Hubby advise him on fitting an electric cooker.
Hubby yells across the room
‘Only if he can advise me how to resolve this bloody leak first!’



About pensitivity101

I am a retired number cruncher with a vivid imagination and wacky sense of humour which extends to short stories and poetry. I love to cook and am a bit of a dog whisperer as I get on better with them than people sometimes! In November 2020, we lost our beloved Maggie who adopted us as a 7 week old pup in March 2005. We decided to have a photo put on canvas as we had for her predecessor Barney. We now have three pictures of our fur babies on the wall as we found a snapshot of Kizzy, my GSD when Hubby and I first met so had hers done too. On February 24th 2022 we were blessed to find Maya, a 13 week old GSD pup who has made her own place in our hearts. You can follow our training methods, photos and her growth in my blog posts. From 2014 to 2017 'Home' was a 41 foot narrow boat where we made strong friendships both on and off the water. We were close to nature enjoying swan and duck families for neighbours, and it was a fascinating chapter in our lives. We now reside in a small bungalow on the Lincolnshire coast where we have forged new friendships and interests.
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