Bespoke Joinery
Track of the day Take the 'A' Train - Duke Ellington.
It's raining again so the risk of being struck by flying golf balls is minimal but halfway up the stairs we have a window. It's about eight feet high and four feet wide. It's made up of four coloured glass leaded panes.
This morning I investigated a crack that had opened up in the bottom frame. A quick poke with a chisel revealed a huge expanse of rotten wood under an ancient repair.
Further investigation revealed a mighty lump of mastic that had been used to replace a section of the frame before someone hid the bodge behind a couple of sections of cut down skirting board. No wonder the old boy who lived in the house before us wanted to sell.
We are definitely looking at a replacement window here and because we don't want the upvc variety, it'll have to be 'bespoke joinery'.
Bespoke joinery man has been and says he'll be in touch in a couple of days. He says we should get hold of a stained glass man to remove the panes. Sounds incredibly expensive to me!
Mrs B's gone off to give blood. Might be an idea to sell it from now on.
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It's raining again so the risk of being struck by flying golf balls is minimal but halfway up the stairs we have a window. It's about eight feet high and four feet wide. It's made up of four coloured glass leaded panes.This morning I investigated a crack that had opened up in the bottom frame. A quick poke with a chisel revealed a huge expanse of rotten wood under an ancient repair.
Further investigation revealed a mighty lump of mastic that had been used to replace a section of the frame before someone hid the bodge behind a couple of sections of cut down skirting board. No wonder the old boy who lived in the house before us wanted to sell.
We are definitely looking at a replacement window here and because we don't want the upvc variety, it'll have to be 'bespoke joinery'.
Bespoke joinery man has been and says he'll be in touch in a couple of days. He says we should get hold of a stained glass man to remove the panes. Sounds incredibly expensive to me!
Mrs B's gone off to give blood. Might be an idea to sell it from now on.
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Posted by Milt at 7:49:00 pm
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There's no catch. Just phone the number Milt. I'm there most afternoons after 5:00pm but only if you're energy efficient. 
I strolled along to the Hole in the Ground bar tonight only to discover that it had been taken over by exhibitionists.
Then without warning a sea of grinning faces appeared outside the window and I was sharing my massage session with the whole top deck of a double-decker bus that had pulled up outside. At first I was only eyeballed by a guy wearing a baseball cap but it didn't take long for the word to get around and people were standing up to get a better view.
The guy in the waiting room looked like he was in pain. He was holding his head in one hand and his National Health sign on form in the other.
On Fridays women from miles around queue up to admire the local meat man's sausage.
A would-be meat merchant seems to have set up a rival business outside the local library. I think that most people will stick to the 16 variety wiener man.
I used to sit in front of my computer trying to find jazz radio stations that didn't play tracks that you hear in lifts all over the world.
This little thing fluttered past my nose and settled on the yard.
We do get Greater Blues in Bogsville but they are much larger and much less attractive. I bumped into this one in the city centre the other day and took a picture but not to celebrate the event.
Mrs B is back in Bogsville. I thought that life would be easier what with two of us to supervise Dog but he's peed himself once and has also managed to sit in his water bowl since she came home.
Yesterday I found myself in a gents' washroom that was complete with a flower vase and a baby changing facility. It's a sign of the times.
They think of everything nowadays. Not only did they have a hand dryer but just to the left there was also a second dryer, much lower down the wall. I guess it's for guys who manage a stream powerful enough to bounce back off the urinal and soak their pants.
In the centre of Bogsville there's a statue of a man on a horse. It's known locally as "the man on the 'oss" and as it's been there since 1866 there's no one in Bogsville who can remember the Square without it.
I thanked her for her help and wandered out into the Square again. The 'oss glared down at me and snorted.
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