Bit disastrous here of late. Last week, Ian fell asleep while the bath was running. Result, drowned house. A day without electrics and everything flooded. Bonnie pleased that she can claim on her insurance.
Today, couple of workmen arrived to set up drying-out equipment. (For floors and ceilings, not me).
One was Jack-the-well-slightly-older-lad. On seeing Fizz, he remarked -
"Dogs! I tamed two savage rescue dogs when I was young, so dogs don't scare me. In fact, nothing scares me."
Bonnie came into front room stifling laughter.
"What an arse," then she looked at me, "Oh no, I don't believe it. You fancy him, don't you?"
And I had to admit, at least he had a bit of attitude. He was even quite handsome for his age.
"Oh, no, I should have known."
She thought it was hilarious. She even hollered up the stairs "what was his starsign?"
"Sagitarrius" he replied, "half-man, half-beast."
Which set her off again. "Half-man, half-beast. One up on what you usually go for."
Sagittarian. No good, I'm holding out for a Cancerian. I've been told he's on his way and I've even seen him myself in the cards but he's taking his time.
Bloody gale force wind blowing through the gaff. Quite clever though. Sagittarius explained how the fan blows the water into the air and the other machine collects it in a bucket. Technology. Ian at one of his various girlfriends, I suppose and Bonnie and fiance, set off to their favourite B and B in Scotland. Me left with animals and inconvenience.
Bonnie so taken up by banter with the workmen that she set off without her handbag and had to turn back after about an hour's drive.
Who says there's no justice in the world?