First Sandy, then Buster - they say disasters come in threes. Today our water pump decided to pack in altogether. There is a bit of a funny side to it though. The pump is outside in a little 'house' and pumps the water up from our bore hole. The past 2 days it has been running almost continuously so Jim decided to remove the top valve and re-set it. Well, the valve shot about 20 feet into the air under a whale like jet of water!! Jim came back into the kitchen soaked through. We had to laugh! After some thought, we decided we'd better turn the pump off and let it rest as it had been going so long. When Jim switched it on again, it wouldn't go. Hey ho. We rang Mr Minogue, the pump man (Kylie's Dad), and he suggested there might be dirt in the pipes and to 'wiggle' them, which Jim did, to no avail. He said to ring back if that didn't work, which Jim did, also to no avail as there was no reply. He left a message but he hasn't been back to us. I guess we'll have to wait until Monday.
In the meantime we have a bucket of water filled from one of our outside tanks in the bathroom for 'loo' use. It has all sorts of little creatures swimming around in it. Most exciting.
We have a plastic dustbin which collects rainwater and we're saving that for washing veg. There is a tankful of water in the immersion so we're just being careful. We had to boil a kettle to wash up - we daren't use the dishwasher. It's like the dark ages here. It's time I was living in luxury at my age, I suggested to Jim. He feels all responsible poor man.
Oh, I forgot about last night's disaster. (That's four). Jim had spent five hours doing the work necessary after his Wednesday meeting in the UK. He then somehow lost the lot. I know, I couldn't believe it either. This was at about 2am and he then did most of it again, finishing it today.
It's also rained most of the day so I stayed in and did the ironing. Yes, I did. I can iron you know.
This evening I brought my 'wicker man' inside and worked on him. Oh it's so exciting, I'm loving how it's turning out. Actually my son Jason called it my Wicker Man. It's the disintegration project I'm doing and it has to be finished for August 1st, the big 'reveal' day. I promise lots of photos on that day.
Erm, I just wrote a final paragraph then spellchecked the post and that's gone now. We have gremlins. I shall head to bed with trepidation. Maybe the roof will have blown off by the morning!