On the busses

Midsummer. Which means – in a normal year – it would be sweltering outside, and far too hot to consider walking into the bathroom. Which of course, not only has no air-con, but also no insulation. However this summer is one of the coolest on record, and wettest too.

Just look at the grass! Its green. At the well! It’s higher than it’s ever been before.

Even the busses are almost tolerable, if you can put up with Hillsbus drivers and their manic driving, plus the way they turn the radio on really loudly to wake everyone up.

Incidentally, I have often wondered when in a muse, why those waiting for a Hills bus outside the QVB in the centre of Sydney queue in a straight line, and then file in an orderly fashion onto the bus when it arrives, while on the opposite side of George Street, those waiting for an STA bus can only be described as a loose rabble, which transforms into a stampede of crazed wildebeest when the bus finally arrives. Is there some unspoken rule whilst waiting for a Hills bus, or are their customers simply more refined?

Is this crazed wildebeest phenomenon gnus to you?

The Little Rince (when a small wash is good enough)

The vanity unit has arrived! And what a miserable job the renovation boys have done of putting it together. Covered in filth, from the taped up box it looks as if someone has opened it, and returned it, and they just sent it to us.

Greasy fingerprints galore, stains on the top, and even the sink hasn’t been glued properly to the underside of the unit, so water just slops out over the rim of the very small basin and into the vanity.

It also weighs a ton, and is designed not to have any legs, but just to ‘float’ on the wall, looking as if it’s hovering there, and not screwed in by the four hefty bolts I’ve put in the wall, with a good wooden beam for it to sit on too. There could be an earthquake, and the only thing standing would be the vanity.

However, I’ve yet again had to curse both the tiles and Aldi. The tiles for the bathroom were fired at an amazing high temperature, so the aren’t so much glazed, and a solid lump of rock. After trying to drill into them on several occasions, I now don’t bother, and cut them with a diamond saw. That, however, is no good for bolts. So I got out my nice set of new drills for Aldi, and proceeded to ruin a number of them. When drill and tile meet, what comes of worst is always the drill. In one case, it ended up red hot, dripping steel, with nary a dent in the tile.

Time for some new drills.