Monday, August 04, 2008
MIA (Missing In Action)
Honey, I’m home !
What’s for supper ?
What do you mean, ‘where have I been’
No, I didn’t go around boozing with the lads!
Has it really been three weeks?
The internet was pretty much dead in July, so I thought I should get a well-earned break from the continuous stress of keeping you lot entertained. I did a lot of sleeping, at least when Mrs.B would let me – know what I mean, wink wink, nudge nudge. And we went to the Ardennes for a week with the in-laws. After three days of seriously getting on each other’s nerves, the sun finally broke through and we were able to get out and have nice walks in the fields around Bastogne.
And then of course there was the hard labour. Granddad and I smeared 500 pounds of cement on the walls of the new study in an effort to get the walls smooth. I somehow managed to hang a 100 pound boiler on a fixing point seven feet up all on my own. We insulated the ceiling and tore the floor apart to lay the new water and heating pipes. In the process, I made a giant mess of the wife’s current office and of the hall way, so pretty much the whole house is covered in dust and the wind’s howling through the scores of two-inch holes I drilled through various walls. One wall in particular, between Mrs.B’s old and new office, looks like it has been strafed by a squadron of A-10 Thunderbolt attack aircraft.
This morning, I escaped in the wee little hours off to work, and left the mess for Mrs.B to clean up. After all, she’s got a whole week off before she has to start to work again. What else is she going to do with all that free time?