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The hag of gloomwood
The hag of gloomwood







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I’ve probably complained to you about how dry my mouth gets when I’m on the treadmill ( after all, I’ve complained to everyone else about it!) so this morning when Julian went off to do some shopping for dinner tonight, I asked him to get me some sugarless chewing gum.

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Oh, and they really are beautiful tiles! The room is going to look so nice and light and “airy”, even if the glass brick window can’t be opened ( except maybe with a sledge-hammer! 😉 ) Paul should be here early tomorrow because there’s nothing to be picked up, but by the time he gets here, Julian should just about be taking off for Adelaide, so it’s just me to make sure Paul keeps his nose to the grindstone!

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This has now been done – for the floor, anyway – and will be laid properly tomorrow, then, as Paul put it, they can start putting my bathroom back together again. Those bits of tile have to slope every which-way, otherwise you end up with unsightly and uncomfortable ridges under your feet! So everything has to be laid out and lined up and measured, then fitted together like a jigsaw puzzle, and only then can they be cut to size. I went in there about an hour ago to see how things were progressing – I never knew that laying tiles was such a complicated business! You know I said in my blog last night “What layout?” or words to that effect? – well! To do the tiling properly, you want room corners lining up with tile edges, but because rooms aren’t always “tile friendly” in their dimensions, and you don’t want everything looking lined up and perfect – except for an unsightly 2cm strip of tile along one side of the door and/or window frames because the room turned out to be 2cm wider ( or longer) than the sum of the number of tiles that would fit along that wall! Then there’s the “fall” of the shower floor – that almost imperceptible slope that allows the water to flow down to the drain in the middle of the shower. Paul arrived late this morning as he’d been to pick up the tiles. Goodness me – the end of November! Already! Almost time to start posting out the Christmas Cards, doing the Christmas Shopping, and getting things organised for Christmas Day! I wonder if we’re having both of my favourite daughters and their spouses over for Christmas Dinner this year, or if it’s one of the years where my favourite eldest daughter and her husband go over to his parents? ( we take it in turns!) Also, a “certain person” sitting in the room with me, told me that he’d have a list of what he wanted for Christmas for me “by the end of the evening” – last night! Alright, just this once, I’ll pretend that he meant “ this evening” – and hopefully I’ll get the list before Christmas Eve! 😉 Actually, I have absolutely no idea what to get anyone for Christmas this year! I think I know what I’m getting for a couple of friends, but for the family? Nope, no ideas… I keep asking people “What do you want for Christmas”, or “What does Terry ( or Neale) want for Christmas this year?” and I’m rewarded with either blank looks, a muttered excuse, or a sudden change of subject: “Oh goodness! look at that weird looking bird out there on the lawn – hmm? Oh, sorry, it just flew away – you missed it!”, and what somebody wanted for Christmas this year is suddenly forgotten, and I’m back to square one I may have to issue an ultimatum, if they want to find something with their name on it under the Christmas Tree this year! ( that is, if we can even find a suitable spot for the Christmas Tree over here!) Enough about Christmas! All of the “How”, “Why”, “What”, “Where”, and “When’s” are starting to make me anxious!









The hag of gloomwood