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Thoughtful neighbours and other random thoughts.
Well, thoughtful is probably not really the word...
Went to bed late again last night (oh yeah, what's new?) and had barely drifted off to sleep when something woke me again about 12.30am.
Hubby and I both got up, sniffing all over the house, thinking "why haven't the smoke alarms gone off?" and "where the hell is it coming from?" and other assorted curses about getting woken up. A lightbulb in the kitchen blew when Hubby turned it on... but no, this was not the problem.
Finally, I look out our bedroom window at the front of the house and see a HUGE cloud of smoke billowing out over our driveway. FUCK! I immediately grab a robe and race outside with me slippers on, thinking "Is someone's house on fire?", only to reach the top of the drive and see a car parked outside the neighbours with the door open... the door shuts, the lights go on and it immediately drives away.
Weird.
I look into the neighbour's drive for the source of the smoke (they have a garage at the back of their place, right next to our driveway at the front of ours), and see a brazier-thing, not obviously flaming, just smoking and smouldering and making a lot of noise. WTF? This is about three feet in front of their garage door, and about the same distance from the front of their van parked in the drive, and a bamboo hedge which separates their place from ours... I mean, sensible place for a fire anyway, right? Do they have no idea what happens if bamboo catches fire?
Went back inside and debated calling the Fire Service anyway... Hubby said there's been a lot of banging and crashing coming from the garage earlier, and they'd been fairly noisy in it for some weeks. God alone knows what they're doing in there, I just hope it's not a "P" (Meth) Lab. West Auckland has it's hassles with such things, but NEXT DOOR? Couldn't smell anything chemical, anyway, and Hubby talked me out of calling the Fire Brigade. Sent him out to check it after a half hour or so, and he said another car pulled up out there (or same one, he didn't know), but the fire seemed to only be smouldering still and the cloud of smoke was dissipating.
Finally managed to get back to sleep, but even before that, my headache was developing! Damn it! Was supposed to be getting up at 5.30am to get ready for work, and honestly, I'm getting so old now, 4 hours just ain't enough, especially not with a headache. So, I didn't go. Stayed home and slept til 9.30am. Hubby almost had a go at me when I asked him to call in sick for me at 7am, he'd forgotten about the midnight happenings. BASTARD!
Called in myself and went back to sleep. Hmph. Left him to deal with the kids, even though he said he had a headache too. Serve him bloody right. I have to deal with them when it's my turn and I'm sick, so turn about's fair play, right?
I did behave though - spent about an hour online while he took LF swimming, then I hung washing, cleaned the bathroom & loo, and made beds, so he can't complain too much! He's gone to work now, so it's Monday's business as usual - me online 'til school-pick-up time, and LF watching TV. Pretty awful parenting, eh? ;-)
On a lighter and much more amusing note, I forgot to mention the Kindy Committee meeting I went to on Friday. It gave me the best laugh all week!
We were discussing how one of the oak trees at Kindy is dropping too many leaves in the neighbour's gutters, it's roots are affecting their garage door opening, and whether we should get someone to come to trim it or what other alternatives there were.
One of the Kindy teachers, Mary, who is a bit of an odd-bod, a character with a slow and deliberate way of speaking said, "I've got this man. He's awesome."
While we were musing on this apparent non-sequitur, I said, "Really?" and a few of us smiled suggestively.
"I don't sleep with him or anything," she says while our grins increase. (see, I'm not the only one with mind in the gutter)
"He just comes."
Talk about fits of laughter. I was laughing so hard, the tears were rolling down my cheeks! OMG!
The next line was uttered while we were rolling about, which explained it all: "And he looks at the tree and tells you what you need to do," or words to that effect. But by then none of us cared. Talk about minds in the gutter with the leaves!!!
Thanks, Mary, you made my day!
Went to bed late again last night (oh yeah, what's new?) and had barely drifted off to sleep when something woke me again about 12.30am.
Hubby and I both got up, sniffing all over the house, thinking "why haven't the smoke alarms gone off?" and "where the hell is it coming from?" and other assorted curses about getting woken up. A lightbulb in the kitchen blew when Hubby turned it on... but no, this was not the problem.
Finally, I look out our bedroom window at the front of the house and see a HUGE cloud of smoke billowing out over our driveway. FUCK! I immediately grab a robe and race outside with me slippers on, thinking "Is someone's house on fire?", only to reach the top of the drive and see a car parked outside the neighbours with the door open... the door shuts, the lights go on and it immediately drives away.
Weird.
I look into the neighbour's drive for the source of the smoke (they have a garage at the back of their place, right next to our driveway at the front of ours), and see a brazier-thing, not obviously flaming, just smoking and smouldering and making a lot of noise. WTF? This is about three feet in front of their garage door, and about the same distance from the front of their van parked in the drive, and a bamboo hedge which separates their place from ours... I mean, sensible place for a fire anyway, right? Do they have no idea what happens if bamboo catches fire?
Went back inside and debated calling the Fire Service anyway... Hubby said there's been a lot of banging and crashing coming from the garage earlier, and they'd been fairly noisy in it for some weeks. God alone knows what they're doing in there, I just hope it's not a "P" (Meth) Lab. West Auckland has it's hassles with such things, but NEXT DOOR? Couldn't smell anything chemical, anyway, and Hubby talked me out of calling the Fire Brigade. Sent him out to check it after a half hour or so, and he said another car pulled up out there (or same one, he didn't know), but the fire seemed to only be smouldering still and the cloud of smoke was dissipating.
Finally managed to get back to sleep, but even before that, my headache was developing! Damn it! Was supposed to be getting up at 5.30am to get ready for work, and honestly, I'm getting so old now, 4 hours just ain't enough, especially not with a headache. So, I didn't go. Stayed home and slept til 9.30am. Hubby almost had a go at me when I asked him to call in sick for me at 7am, he'd forgotten about the midnight happenings. BASTARD!
Called in myself and went back to sleep. Hmph. Left him to deal with the kids, even though he said he had a headache too. Serve him bloody right. I have to deal with them when it's my turn and I'm sick, so turn about's fair play, right?
I did behave though - spent about an hour online while he took LF swimming, then I hung washing, cleaned the bathroom & loo, and made beds, so he can't complain too much! He's gone to work now, so it's Monday's business as usual - me online 'til school-pick-up time, and LF watching TV. Pretty awful parenting, eh? ;-)
On a lighter and much more amusing note, I forgot to mention the Kindy Committee meeting I went to on Friday. It gave me the best laugh all week!
We were discussing how one of the oak trees at Kindy is dropping too many leaves in the neighbour's gutters, it's roots are affecting their garage door opening, and whether we should get someone to come to trim it or what other alternatives there were.
One of the Kindy teachers, Mary, who is a bit of an odd-bod, a character with a slow and deliberate way of speaking said, "I've got this man. He's awesome."
While we were musing on this apparent non-sequitur, I said, "Really?" and a few of us smiled suggestively.
"I don't sleep with him or anything," she says while our grins increase. (see, I'm not the only one with mind in the gutter)
"He just comes."
Talk about fits of laughter. I was laughing so hard, the tears were rolling down my cheeks! OMG!
The next line was uttered while we were rolling about, which explained it all: "And he looks at the tree and tells you what you need to do," or words to that effect. But by then none of us cared. Talk about minds in the gutter with the leaves!!!
Thanks, Mary, you made my day!
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It can't last forever...I don't think.
Squeezes you!
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Thankfully everything was ok.
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(Oooh, gorgeous vehicle porn icon!)
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Priceless! Hopefully he lasts a bit before he just comes. LOL!
I know exactly what happenes when bamboo catches fire. OMG!
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Thankfully, the bamboo didn't catch fire! No doubt I will have to hear your bamboo story one day! I'm intrigued!!!
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Hee, hee. Not much to it actually. We used to live in a house in Denison, Texas that had a bamboo fence at the back of the property. Hubby took a stem?/piece and lit it just to see what it does. Gave me a pretty good idea what it would be like it a lot of it caught fire. You'd never get it put out!
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