Scented candle action in our little bathroom again, with Scarydancer disappearing for a lengthy period, and only re-appearing to quietly remove the giant double-wicked lavender effort Lilsister keeps in the kitchen, and place it in the man smelling bathroom for what I can only assume is fumigation purposes.
A heatwave in Ireland last week has been followed quite dramatically with sleet and hail and plunging temperatures, meaning that we were all incredibly pissed off after being pissed on today, so changed our take away food night from Wednesday to tonight, to ease our furrowed brows. Unfortunately, this appears to have led to the Mansmells Situation, because Scarydancer had a terrifying combination of a kebab box thing, complete with garlic pizza bread dripping in cheese, and garlic dipping sauce, and smelly chips. Take away night isn’t pretty in our house.
We also had a small celebration today as Scarydancer passed a forklift course and test, and Lilsister was brought out to lunch by her boss and received many compliments, while I didn’t get called a fucking bastard by anyone on the phone today – we all achieved something. In fairness though, I was told that I, as the bank, was responsible for making a poor old man live in hell, by his neighbour, who alleged to have opened his bank statement ”by mistake” and called to complain that she had received it in the first place, even though his postal address was the same as her home address. She then repeatedly told me that she would call a solicitor, and reminded me that I was a scumbag, and kept talking until she got quite tired and I thanked her for her feedback and hung up. Dizzy times in my executive world. I do believe she also commented on the latest weather cold snap which was nice.
This cold snap has lead to reorganisation of work clothes and the re-issuing of winter coats yes it’s THAT COLD. Winter boots are now firmly back on feet, which is sad, as Scarydancer is no longer wearing his ninja shoes, green pumps which are so light they can only be worn in warmer weather, and which are so light again that you cannot hear him approach, hence their ninja-like quality. When he wears his ninja shoes, Scarydancer likes to demonstrate their worth by jumping up the kitchen walls, silently, to show how, if he was stalking you or planning an attack, you would never hear him nor even see him as he would have easily made it to the ceiling in silence, and stay hanging there until he was ready to finish you off. I really must invest in a pair myself.