Even more organisation
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♥Jan. 22nd, 2014 // 05:23 pm♥
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I spoke too soon about Thunderbird: it's not that I have to hit the 'Get Mail' button for it to tell me about unread messages outside the inbox, as that appears to now do absolutely nothing most of the time. I have to scroll through all the folders in the list, forcing it to briefly open them all. Except sometimes, when it randomly does tell me about some of the unread messages. Not ideal.
It's been a foul day, here, so I spent most of it sorting out the store rooms. Ikea Omar shelves, which I didn't *just* buy for the name, are very easy to put together, which helped with getting it all done.
Before:
 
After:
 
And there are several empty shelves, which is good. And now more space for beer in the laundry, which will please certain beer drinkers of our acquaintance.
The carpet that I put down in there is the one that used to be in the space outside the shower room and not-a-loo, which I replaced with an Ikea rug because the carpet was a bit manky. I half never got around to throwing it away and half thought that it might be useful, and indeed it has been: it's a bit too short, and I chopped a bit off the width, but it will do the job in there. After I took it up from the old location, I just rolled it up and stashed it in the laundry, in the space where the old owners had their tumble drier. When I picked it up, I found this underneath it:
A nice, neat pile of peanut skins, courtesy of the little monsters that have been helpfully opening the bags of bird nuts for me.... I'm hopeful that that little hole, which I guess used to be the drain for the drier, is how they've been getting in, so I've instructed Mike that this evening we are having a bottle of wine that comes with a cork, and we'll see how they like that! (I know that they'll get through it eventually if they want to, but at least it will hold them for a little while until I think of a better solution.)
Of course, even if they *do* get in, they'll find things less to their liking, now:
Ha!
(Speaking of meeces, again, Jodie continues to spent hours at a time staring intently at the gap under the Ivar in the barn, which is the last place she saw a mouse. I suspect that it's long gone, and she's just not yet noticed. On the other hand, the bucket of water in which we store the boy's carrots is proving to be a surprisingly good mouser: it's managed to take out two in the last few days. Well, more accurately it's retained two, and I've been the one who's had to take them out, by the tail and distinctly no longer wiggling! I've no idea why it's so appealing to them, but I shan't complain.)
The vet called today with the results of GB's latest blood test, and says that he's now almost entirely normal. I think she means for the Cushing's hormone, rather than in general, but it's good to hear. Of course, now he's going to be on the expensive and (slightly annoying, quantity-wise) pill-and-a-half a day for the rest of his life, but there we go. |
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