Glimpsesofcolour

Latest from my local Freecycle: ‘WANTED: Rubber cap for tubular leg’. Is it just me or does that sound disconcertingly surgical? (it turns out it was something to do with a bike rack on a car…).

Getting back to loftier matters, eleven of us sang our guts out at Turnpike Lane* underground last night in aid of Christian Aid. In our years of experience of this annual event, we have discovered that it takes precisely one and a half hours to sing one’s way through the entire Bethlehem carol sheet (with a short break for mulled wine, homebaked mince pies and Pfeffernüsse, provided by yours truly).

I then went to Covent Garden to meet a Shipmate and we had a good girly chat about flooded basements, plumbers etc. As if I didn’t get enough about plumbing in my day job as a plumber’s spouse…

Talking of which, things are looking good for said plumber to bag a job at a  Further  Education College, teaching mechanical engineering. This would be a considerable change in our daily lives but he has really had enough of crawling under sinks now. Especially since he hit a magical birthday this year (half-century, in case you’re interested).

*or, in the terms of the anagrammatical Tube map (see Wibsite home page for sample), ‘Internal Puke’.

..the dyke has nothing on The Grouch, who today in the course of his plumbing duties put his finger in a fitting to check whether it was clean. You’ve guessed: his finger was stuck fast and refused to budge. Fortunately he had his ‘apprentice’ with him who was able to apply grease to the finger and extract it. Gives a whole new meaning to getting your finger out!