NOT AS DRAMATIC as the illustration, thank God, namely because I wasn't wearing it when it caught light. I was using said shirt as an oven glove, when ~ DURRR! ~ may I say in mitigation I've got used to retarted electric hotplates and now I've got gas? ~ flames from the top ring set off a smokey smell that made me think "Oo: Mornings in Goa!" (where they burn rubbish nightly on great heaps, so refuse is still smouldering merrily by morning). Then I realized whacking great flames were spouting out, so I had to douse the whole lot in my foot-deep Ikea washing up bowl. Thankfully my trayful of Iceland's best Diddly Crispy Potatoes was spared...MY LANDLORD, most annoyingly, sent round henchmen the other day. Whenever they come round it's 99 times out of 100 on a timewasting expedition
and this was no exception. "My friend! I am fitting buzzer!" So now we have a totally unwanted doorbell system and have a totally useless noise-maker in my room. Useless because one thing I rapidly learned on moving from country (where I grew up) to towns and city (where I've spent my adult life) is that ANYONE who approaches your front door without first telephoning (or, in emergency, yelling your name) is an utter timewaster. My "noisemaker" is now rendered 100% useless because the batteries are sitting on the sideboard waiting for a more worthy appliance...The only interesting aspect to all this is that unlike
old-stylee doorbells which required extensive wiring, this one's radio-controlled. Which I thought might be lots of fun to hide it in the neighbour's front garden and set it off whenever they come home or... I dunno. Can anybody think up a better practical joke?And that's about it, newswise. O yeah and I've a full-on multistorey trottery now, thanks to various cut-open PG Tips tea boxes... yep and that's it. Here's some dregs from St Patrics day I pulled because I didn't want them sharing a post with my Gran:
AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST, A QUESTION TO ALL YOU ST PADDY'S CELEBRATORS from IrishSayings.com
An bhfuil tú ar meisce fós?(It means, "Are you drunk yet?")
OH DUR!!!! I 4got to tell yers about the baby furry mouse.... T'will have ter wait till 2morro...
QUEEN: A KIND OF MAGIC
This is me last Freddy Mercury vid for a while, now I've posted up most of the best they've done...
I had my husband disconnect the doorbell-- the kids play with it mostly, and it sets the dog off!
ReplyDeleteSee! Glad I'm not the only one!!
ReplyDeleteAnyway if you've got a dog, surely you don't NEED a doorbell..?? Dogs are nature's doorbells...
I don't use mine either because it has the most annoying ring to it and it always makes my heart thump when it goes off. Most of the time people knock like in the olden days ;)
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Yeah! Makes me jump out of my skin. Glad I'm not the only one...
ReplyDelete'ang on I'm going there now...
I agree, I never answer the doorbell without a phone call in advance.
ReplyDeleteI bought my mother one of those doorbells for Christmas once for her condo. I wasn't sure that she'd like it but she did! And then all her cronies wanted one too. She is a little hard of hearing and couldn't hear knocking on her very heavy door. While outside people have to phone up, other building dwellers don't so her friends would get all worried about her when she didn't answer the door before.
ReplyDeleteI'm sorry to hear about your grandmother.
ReplyDeleteI'm also glad you weren't wearing your shirt when it caught on fire, and you put it out on time.
Janice~
Jeannie: someone who actually likes a doorbell? wow!
ReplyDeleteJanice: aye!
GWII, you are right..if they have to ring the doorbell they are unwanted.
ReplyDeleteHere, schoolchildren constantly come around asking for donations for band trips, new baseball equipment, money for monogrammed soccer shirts, etc.
I NEVER answer a doorbell!
Thank goodness you're OK! Totally agree re people who come to your front door.
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