We have a leak. 'The Font' notices, and points out, a small lake on the floor of the 'snug'. I blame the puddle on Sophie's water drenched muzzle. Angus is a believer in procrastination as a cure for all things. At this point the leak introduces itself. It starts to drip slowly but then accelerates into one of those three drips every five seconds type leaks that signals a household crisis. The pipe from the shower outlet to the drain has been eaten by field mice.
None of the local tradesmen are answering their phones. I call the Secretary of the Golf Club. We're not related but share the same surname. 'Don't worry. I'll ask someone to pop by' he says in a tone of voice that implies getting a plumber at short notice is easily done. An hour later a team of young plumbers arrive. Cheerful, positive, polite and efficient. They stop the leak. They phone their boss. Major work is required. A shower unit has to be removed, a wall taken down and the floorboards 'lifted'. The field mice have been having a whale of a time in what was, for six months, an empty house. Nothing as tempting for a hungry field mouse as plastic drainage pipes and insulation. ' Aye, we see it all the time' says the most chatty of the team. The plumbers will come back later in the week. In the meantime we will use another bathroom. I send a glowing e-mail to the Golf Club thanking the secretary and praising the plumbers to high heaven. This should score brownie points with the local tradesmen who might start to show up on time. We now have to hastily plan for a bathroom refurbishment.
The plumbers go. The electricians arrive ... on schedule. They too are efficient and cheerful. Sockets are replaced and light fittings removed. The decorators don't show. The joiner does show up, but is dour beyond belief ( as in Scots undertaker type dour ) and recommends all sorts of work that seems ' secondary '. We want bookcases built. He wants to replace window frames. I'll find another joiner.
Sophie is confined to the 'snug' so that the tradesmen can work unhindered. She protests that she hasn't been allowed to supervise.
After a trip to the foreshore where Sophie snacks on seaweed we return home. I observe that she looks quite unlike any dog on earth.
Sophie is unconcerned. As any PON knows ' Beauty is in the eye of the beholder' . A little mud ... and kelp .... and badger poo can't detract from that. Her inner beauty shines through ... almost.
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Her Inner Beauty may be shining through, but I’ll bet so is her unique Eau de Parfum?
We too have had trouble with vermin, except instead of pipes in the house, they got into the engine of our SUV and created havoc with the electronic sensors. Thankfully, insurance paid for the damage they caused, but the vehicle concerned never ran quite the same. Now, we have rat bait in all our cars, at the suggestion of our local rural garage.
Nobby thinks Sophie is utterly gorgeous in every respect. The badger poo a bonus.
Gail wants the number of the golf club secretary!
That is quite a look on Sophie this morning! Sorry about the leak.
Oh dear - what a catastrophe!
You'll have to get a cat - though that may initially present problems with Sophie! Alternative is to buy mousetraps in quantity - Amazon may be able to supply "humane" ones.
The before and after of Sophie's beard speaks volumes for seaweed (and the other delights). Tigger says build underfloor (between floors) access into the new bathroom plan. He had found a way to patrol under the bath by crawling through a side loft in our old house - a feat his humans found to be a bit annoying as he only came out in his own good time.
She's a true beauty.
Such a sweet girl, Sophie would have chased the mice is she could have seen them
Sophie is adorable with her 'les cheveux en bataille' Hope I spelled that correctly. So sorry about the plumbing issues. We had a pipe suddenly leak on the 2nd floor bath six months ago creating the same need to rip and tear to make repairs. Not to mention the damage done to the bath below. It is only now finally reaching completion. An expensive nightmare.
Yikes, Sophie! :)
Inner beauty is what it's all about!!!
Mud, kelp, badger poo, wild hair...inner beauty always wins!
At least she has visual contact on the other side of the door. Your house is gorgeous.
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