It was just too good to be true! The Electrician that was coming Thursday 2 weeks ago, dropped by late on Friday and agreed to be here at 8 this morning to start work. The man with the phone phobia rang at 7.50 to advise they had an emergency and would be over late morning...won't hold my breath! However, the carpenter arrived as promised to measure up for built-ins. Unfortunately, he is probably too busy to fit the work in but will prepare a quote. Have just rung the heater man and there is some hope of insulation being completed this week. Still haven't heard from the plumber after we accepted his quote to install a water tank and divert all the downpipes...Progress is slow but we are confident our efforts to single-handedly hold up the local economy will result in a near perfect abode one day.
The McArthur team continues with their home handymen skills and have built the chook pen. It looks so cosy, might be a good place to sleep one night if things get too unpleasant inside! Winsor was so excited that even before completion, he was trying to source some pullets to reside in said chook house. Feeling we would fail the Cygnet grapevine if we didn't talk to David, the craftsman about chooks, we headed up to his house yesterday morning - me on foot with Floyd and Winsor in the car, to chose a brood. Our effort to find 4 girls was hardly lead by any scientific criteria. The flock(?) was a range of Sussex and Wine Dot bantams of various ages and sizes - all of them white with black accessories, the Wine Dots with yellow feet and the Sussex with white. David's family wanted to keep the yellow footers and we wanted to ensure we got girls...Who knows what we have ended up with - I call them the Spice Girls and I'm already pretty convinced that Mel C is a rooster. Chook selection must be one of those rare occasions in nature that people prefer the female gender (though Winsor would happily settle for a rooster - all that noise and inbreeding, never mind the population growth!)- this isn't India or China! So before the chook house was even finished, the girls were reluctantly ensconced in their new home. They managed to find the cosy bedroom last night that Mick and Arthur built for them and were happily scratching the ground in the run this morning. I think the trauma has passed - as long as Floyd can resist the urge to torment them too much.
On Saturday, Floyd located a stunning blue tongue lizard in the garden that had him transfixed for hours. Had we not been there, he may have ripped its bloody head off. Come to think of it, he may have done that since but I hope not! There are so many distractions in the yard, not the least being a number of balls of various sizes, colours and squeakability that keep him amused for long periods of time when he's not wallowing in the dirt! One day recently, Floyd turned himself into a lamington...a quick dip in the creek on a warm day, a nice meaningful roll in the ashes of the bonfire, topped up by a covering of dry, cut grass. Truly delicious. As I was busy with a number of other things, it took a few days to bath him and in the meantime, every time I stroked him, I came away with hands covered in a layer of filth. He clearly loves it! He clearly loves living here, his skin problems have gone, he's lost weight and even stopped moulting (or you see his shedding less in this house!). He seems to have a permanent smile on his face unless he's sleeping off all the day's activities - often whimpering at some pademelon or possum in his sleep. What a life as a pampered mutt!
Electrician has rung to say he's on his way. Will update again later when the power (and hopefully, the wireless connection) comes back on....
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