We moved some furniture around today, setting up the previous snooker room as a lounge room and thinning out the current main lounge.
The snooker room would also serve well as a bedroom and is big enough to build an en-suite into it. That'll be up to the new owners.
After setting up (anyone living with a woman knows that this is a long slow process involving moving the furniture about numerous times and trying out umpteen combinations of wall hangings and paintings - not unlike clothes shopping) I enjoyed sitting in the room for an hour or so, looking out to Mount Aubrey and listening to Wynton Marsalis.
How's your day going?
We're enjoying some Veuve Cliquot Champagne and The Old Girl has prepared Cannelloni for dinner later. I hope that 'cease and desist' lawyers' letters haven't been flying about like missiles down in Lower Hutt over Robert's copyright infringement of Richard's Bass Bag* name.
* Apparently the original bass bagging site.
9 comments:
Did The The The Guy help with this post?
Or was it The Blue Man?
No, The Happy Curmudgeon called in after The Music Curmudgeon left.
At lest you got rid of The Music Curmudgeon.
Has The Happy Curmudgeon started a diet yet?
Who's Lest?
I had an uncle named Lester - Uncle Lester.
He got blown up during the war at El- Alamein. It was a German hand grenade that got him. He was in the NZ Infantry. Poor old Uncle Lester, all his life afterwards had shrapnel removed from his body at Christchurch hospital.
"Where's Uncle Les?" we would ask and our cousins would say "he's down at the hospital having bits of grenade removed." This had normalcy to it which to me smacks of pathos. I don't think that younger generations understand the real legacies of major wars and hard times.
Sad, but what prompted that comment?
You mention lest.
Oh, norty me making a misteak. I gess its to long with Robe an Peetir.
Well you are the one who is the grammar Nazi.
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