Yes welcome to supermarket Saturday, Italian style. Here you are only an obstruction to everyone. The rules, there are no rules. Anyone left alive can leave.
Arrival at the airport at really silly o’clock after only 3.5 hrs kip. And what do you find, “sorry but the food area and shops don’t open until 4am”.
Joy, well one bonus of being so early, not a single person waiting at the security checkpoint.
Next stop, the leaning tower and no mobile or wifi access. For once it will be nice to disconnect from the world and just chill.
Oh boy. I fancied trying the gel nail polish and had a lovely deep red put on the other weekend.
Now I know from a good friend that gels are the best nail polish but I’d not realised exactly why. They are, quite literally, indestructible. Two weeks later and still shiny, no chips cracks or chinks. Sounds good yes?
Until you want to take the stuff off. Cue Google. Turns out this is no ordinary stuff. Step one: buff each nail with nail file to break up top shiny layer.
Step two: soak (generously) cotton wool ball in acetone and stick on nail, wrapping in place with a strip of foil.
Step three: repeat for every single nail
Step four: leave for at least 10 minutes, apparently ideally 15
Step five: remove cotton wool and grab orange stick and SCRAPE gel off
Step six: repeat as it won’t work first time!
Or step seven: go find a professional!
Wow. They look lovely but I’ll stick to the old fashioned stuff that comes off easy.
Have I tried yet?? Nope. This might be my Friday night project.
Ahh the Meteor BBQ was so much fun, food, fun and ice bucket challenge (well for Charlie anyway). Mr Fink mention that he believed our downstairs cloakroom was blocked, so like the true super hero he sprung into action and got his arm up the ubend unplugging any tissues.
What he didn’t realise and neither did we, but the entire waste sewer system for us and next door was actually backed up. On bank holiday Monday we lifted the manholes to see all manner of yuck backed up. So up to the local DIY for an industrial plunger (which broke within 5 seconds, like most things from that place consisting of 2 letters) and drain rods. Rods in hand we attempted to clear what we thought was the blockage to prevent a backup to next door. Drain rods failed, time to call Dyno Rod bloke on a bank holiday, starting price of £150.
Mr Rod arrived and announced since it was a shared drain they were not legally allowed to touch it and it was the responsibility of the water company. After lifting a our covers he discovered the blockage in the next door rental, by lifting the 1 meter diameter cover (that wasn’t even in place), to find it completely backed up. Great!
The renters were, less than interested even though they had a pet and child. So we had to arrange the water company who found the issue, disposable cloths used to clean the inside of a plethora of cars. Apparently as he cleared the blockage you could hear the backed up waste come out the fall pipe of the rental house.
Like good neighbours we advised the tenants what had caused the issue, but it obviously wasn’t them.
The moral, don’t live next to a rental house and if you do, ensure they give a crap, quite literally.
So a couple weeks late and very few Meteors but a hell of a lot of dwunks were available.
The Summer BBQ2014 was attended by the usual suspects who were keen and eager to show off their lovely dressing up capabilities. Someone forgot to tell Mr Fink that it was a Hawaiian Theme and not a Mexican.
Weather, top notch, food, excellent, partying superb. Hats off to the Bartender for keeping us all watered.
Sithee
I bought Mrs Fogg King of Thrones for her birthday and I wish I hadn’t. Like a junkie she is addicted to what I can only describe as a northern, poorly acted, terribly scripted and crap programme. I hate this programme with a passion, never has there been such a pile of cack since crossroads.
Eiy up sithee off with is ed!































