Cheeses of Nazareth
Sep. 23rd, 2007 04:28 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
peterbirksSo, the bathroom people should be coming on Wednesday. Plumber/project manager said "it might take 10 days" and then, under pressure, accepted that "it might run a bit over, but I'm sure you want use out of there as much as we want to get it done so that we can play some golf". Well, at least he's honest.
Of course, he hasn't discovered the toxic mould that doubless lies behind the rotting plaster on one of the walls. It could be worse. At least it isn't asbestos.
So, I spent half an hour emptying various cabinets (viz, two thereof) and this was (part) of the result. In the blue plastic baggette are 183 buttons, of varying sizes and hues. How does so much stuff accumulate?
I guess I'd better take a picture of the old wreck of a bathroom as well, so at least I will have memories of before and after.
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A few weeks ago I had the "pleasure" of walking through Trafalgar Square at my normal time of the morning. Times were (I remember when this bit was shut to traffic for the first time and the weird sense of walking along the middle of what until then had always been a very busy bit of road) that there was a sense of serenity about London at this time of the morning. No longer. The police are far more vigilant late at night, so the crooks and scamsters have shifted to early morning. There is always some "event" being organized by Ken in the Square, so workmen will be around, slowly destroying the once-pristine paving stones (several have already required replacement).
There's an opening scene to the early "Cagney And Lacey"s (the series before Sharon Gless) that, in passing, shows a background shot of New York, and it's just like Taxi Driver. Horrible. Indeed, the horror of the place pre-Giuliani was such that the producers of the series didn't even notice it.
London threatens to become a similar cesspit, I fear, despite manful efforts to tart it up for the cameras.
Of course, he hasn't discovered the toxic mould that doubless lies behind the rotting plaster on one of the walls. It could be worse. At least it isn't asbestos.
So, I spent half an hour emptying various cabinets (viz, two thereof) and this was (part) of the result. In the blue plastic baggette are 183 buttons, of varying sizes and hues. How does so much stuff accumulate?
I guess I'd better take a picture of the old wreck of a bathroom as well, so at least I will have memories of before and after.
+++++++++++
A few weeks ago I had the "pleasure" of walking through Trafalgar Square at my normal time of the morning. Times were (I remember when this bit was shut to traffic for the first time and the weird sense of walking along the middle of what until then had always been a very busy bit of road) that there was a sense of serenity about London at this time of the morning. No longer. The police are far more vigilant late at night, so the crooks and scamsters have shifted to early morning. There is always some "event" being organized by Ken in the Square, so workmen will be around, slowly destroying the once-pristine paving stones (several have already required replacement).
There's an opening scene to the early "Cagney And Lacey"s (the series before Sharon Gless) that, in passing, shows a background shot of New York, and it's just like Taxi Driver. Horrible. Indeed, the horror of the place pre-Giuliani was such that the producers of the series didn't even notice it.
London threatens to become a similar cesspit, I fear, despite manful efforts to tart it up for the cameras.
