We’ve got more tales from the madhouse for you today. But first, as is customary, a bit about the weather and how it changes. One minute it’s fairly still, and now it’s blowing a gale and bringing bits of foam with it.
As long as it’s not a lot of foam, that’s OK. But not the thick stuff, please! The sea looks fabulous though. As I’ve said before, the sea can look as beautiful when it’s rough as when it’s calm and sunny. Both have their own appeal to me.
Watching waves crashing over the edge of the prom can be really dramatic, unless of course, you get too near and have a soaking as Jane did this week.
Tales from the Madhouse
Anyway, back to the weekend at our house and our usual dose of daftness. Yes, it was Kevin again as usual, no surprise there then! If you’ve been reading my blogs, you’ll know that Kevin nearly got run in by the bomb squad when he tried to buy some hydrogen peroxide from Boots. He gave the impression he was making a bomb, when in actual fact he was trying to make nails rusty for Jane’s property developing – which I’ll explain in a short while.
Kevin and his inventing streak had tried to rust nails with coving adhesive – but then added vinegar to the mix. Well, both Jane and I nearly fell about laughing at him. We’d gone through this a few days ago when we told him that after soaking the nails in vinegar, vinegar cleans metal not rusts it. There’s not much you can say to that is there, except his memory isn’t so good!
Aches and Pains
The next of my tales from the madhouse was Kevin to a T. Along with the rest of us, he also has arthritic problems. As his fingers were very painful, he put some Voltarol gel on the offending digits, while hoping it would do the trick and ease it overnight. The next morning he came into the kitchen while laughing his head off. Which made me immediately wonder what he’d been up to this time.
I soon found out as he said that when he woke, he wiggled his thumb about and said that the cream had done the trick. Then, like a bolt from the blue, he realised it was his index finger that was painful, so he was thinking the wrong one was cured. We just fell about laughing at him. I’m sure you would have done if you’d been here and seen all the gestures he was doing.
Spot the birdie…
Of course, things run in threes – or four or more – as they do in our house. He’d gone out to clean the filter in the pond and was standing there with the hose pipe in his hand when he heard this beautiful tweeting noise coming from the top of the garden.
Wanting to tell us that he’d seen some exotic bird that was tweeting away, he shot to the top of the garden, up the steps to see what was doing the delightful singing. He was thwarted as nothing was there, so back to the pond to get cleaning away. Again he heard the sound and ran up the steps to have a look round the corner. Again, in telling us, all this was accompanied by Kevin doing his actions of him running up and down the garden with this puzzled look.
He so wanted to tell us about this beautiful bird he’d seen. After another two attempts to find the little fellow, he was standing there scratching his head when all of a sudden, it came to him. It stopped when he put the hose pipe down and came back when he turned it on. With his cogs ticking away in his brain, he then realised. There was no exotic bird, it was the squirty head on the hosepipe. When he turned it off it stopped and when he turned it on, off went the beautiful bird song again.
Talk about having a laugh, we were all doubled up at him and the sight of him racing round the garden looking for the invisible bird.
The Corporation Tip
It’s been like production weekend here in the madhouse as Jane has gone into the property business. No, she’s not suddenly come into a stack of money. She’s making her driftwood model cottages that we sell on Seaside Emporium. They’ve sold out as fast as they go online.
That’s why Kevin wanted rusty nails to make small fence posts to go with the models. They haven’t been a bit of bother, just like when Jane was little.
He was busy cutting shapes out while she was painting them and doing the ‘construction’ work to make them look they should. Along of course, with plenty of laughter and a living room like a corporation tip. There’s wood all over and all the stuff she needs to make them look like real miniatures.
You can see now why I said ‘tales from the madhouse’. One half of the room is covered in hacksaws, sawdust and driftwood (that has been thoroughly sanitised) either drying or waiting to be glued. There’s wood drying on radiators and everywhere she can find to dry them out ready to be used. It looks like Santa’s grotto and I’m not kidding. But they were having a good old time, probably remembering when they were kids in the carefree days of long ago.
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