Loosing my fireplace...

15th May

My Five on Friday this week is extremely eclectic, it matches my blog name and my life!  Life itself has rudely gotton' in the way of my crafting and sanity may I hasten to add this week and so I am feeling somewhat frustrated.  So firstly, here's a little tale about my week to possibly make you laugh.

For two or more years my husband has asked me to get someone in to change one of the wood burning stoves into an open fire place, put a chimney lining in and to renovate another smaller open fire that has quite frankly seen better days.  In exasperation two week ends ago on passing an advertisement banner, at some traffic lights, some miles away from home, he urged me to call the fire place people who were advertising on the side of the road.  As the good wife that I am, take that as you wish, I did and was greeted with a voicemail. 

A day or two later having just come off the phone from my husband, the phone rang immediately again, thinking he had forgotten to give me another instruction on something else, I answered with a very cheery, 'Hello babes,' to be greeted in return with, 'I don't think I am your babes, but have no objection to you calling me that!'  I was mortified and was actually talking to the fireplace man.  I told him what we wanted and could he come and quote, he handed me over to his wife cum secretary to add me into the book.  We found a mutually acceptable date, but I could hear him in the background saying, he was ok to come on that date, even though his wife had obviously forgotten it was his birthday.  She cheekily replied that that was ok as she was sure that I would bake him a cake as I was already calling him babes.  It was all very light hearted and no offense was taken by anyone.

So where is this story going?  Well that's just it, it's going.  What's going?  My mind is going... let me explain.

Some of the pudding available at Pudding night,
you could have as many as you wanted!

Sitting at a pub this week at their pudding club night, oh it was sooo good, with my book club chums,  I feel into panic as I realised that I could not remember when the fire place man was coming.  You know when you have a niggle and it just won't go away, in fact it gets bigger until you do something about it.  I just had to get out my diary, I know I should hold it all electronically and then it will magically upload itself to my pc as well, but I love paper diaries and I cannot get away from them.  No apologies.  So the diary was out and I frantically was flicking back and forth and probably disturbed the flow of the conversation on our table, sorry girls.  But it was to no avail, I had not written it down anywhere, except there was a mysterious lonely jotting down of  '1045' for the following day.  That must be it I thought to myself and put the diary away.

No nothing happened at 1045, perhaps I should have been somewhere, that I am still to discover but certainly no fireplace man came.  Still worrying about this, I sat down and googled all the fire place business' around, as can you guess, I couldn't even remember the name of the company, nor where they were based.  I spent nearly two hours phoning up various places asking if they knew my name, did they think they were coming out to give me a quote and could they tell me when.  I had some very odd conversations and I'm sure they all thought I had lost the plot.  I think I have too.  On my phone, where I had called them from,  the recent numbers were so recent that the fire place number had dropped off the grid and I am still none the wiser as to when he is coming, on his birthday I may add, or what the company is called.  I feel bad, downright bad and uncomfortable about it.  I cannot wait in every day, there is a job to attend, children to ferry around and shopping inevitably to be bought.  He may turn up and I am not here.

So I began all this to let you know that life is getting in the way of pleasure and that in the process I am becoming forgetful and loosing my mind.  There is no hope for me, I'm doomed!

I therefore have very little to show you this week, although coming to the end of the second week of the sockalong and you can see now that I am knitting socks, they are beginning to actually resemble socks.  It is hugely addictive and I am loving it.  These will not be my last pair of socks.  In fact I have other things I must make next, but socks will be coming back onto the needles very soon again and I maybe even more adventurous and go for an intermediate pattern this time!  So my socks are the third thing I am sharing with you today.

I like knitting only so far and then
catching up with the second sock

I might actually try TAAT (two at a time) next

Checking it fits, it's snug, perhaps a
couple of more stiches next time

Yeah, one heel turned and gusset complete,
now onto number 2, all ready for the
last instalment on Sunday of the sockalong

I have actually started a glass fusing course and admit to being addicted.  Cutting, shaping, trying to think from a 2D perspective to a 3D one is very difficult for me, but slowly slowly, it is coming together.  After four sessions, I am getting the hang of it.  A little tease of a glimpse as I feel it's worthy of a whole post in it's own right...

Glass fusing is such good fun

Lastly, for those that wanted to know how we are getting along, the garden is transforming beyond belief.  We have a long way to go, but we are getting there...

Bad weather in the UK or a garden overhaul?

Spot the moved shed, it's not the one on the left!

♥  In case I forget to post again,

due to my forgetfulness nudge me ♥



Joining in with  Amy  over at Love Made My home sharing five things from my week