Finding myself a cellar dweller again today, a bit useless and sick of being told not to anything heavy; headed down to the depths to find some limestone coloured sealant for the newly done tenants shower room. And success, found a nearly full tube, but hardly surprising as the cellar is better stocked than my... Continue Reading →
And we’re off! 25 Beautiful Homes photoshoot begins
Bridget the photographer was here at 8am and ready to go, with a car full of pink flowers and a list of do nots from the magazine - no lights on, no scratty bath mats, no weird angles, no shooting into corners! Zoe had really helped out by ensuring her apartment was in pristine condition... Continue Reading →
Preparing for the photoshoot
Just occasionally I get to do nice stuff, it's not all mopping and cleaning up after tenants. It's been a tough weekend as this trapped nerve has prevented me from doing much physically, it's getting very boring now, and I just wish it would go away. Too much to do for irritations like a bad... Continue Reading →
No!!!! Its a rawl plug, not a fountain!!
Buggary sodding buggary!!!!! It's 7.05pm on a Saturday night, the last job of the day, the very last job..... After a day of butchered doors, upside down then righted shower cubicles, a lazy arsed plumber, none stop cleaning ready for tomorrow, the very last job was fitting the shower rail and it looked fab. Until... Continue Reading →
Musing over Red Bull
I wonder if there has been any research done on the demise of the traditional builders drink - the cup of tea - and how it has been cruelly tossed aside in favour of that young Taurine fuelled usurper - Red Bull. It's the only bloody thing that's gets us through some days, it's knocked... Continue Reading →
I have a meltdown as the water dries up…
It's been one of those weeks which seem like they will never end, culminating with a physical and emotional meltdown, very rare for me, the former especially despite a catalogue of injuries. As a typical Saggi I have to admit to having regular and spectacular emotional eruptions 🙂 The back and dead legs finally saw... Continue Reading →
Has your garden squirrel got alopecia?
I love the wildlife in my garden and living ten minutes from Manchester city centre, that's no mean feat... to have wildlife that is, not to love living in Manchester. The foxes get crunchy bones fresh from the local butchers, the goldfinches get niger seeds, my varied and cheeky bluetits get all the seeds they... Continue Reading →
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