We've been busy today (after a very lazy day yesterday to recover from the holiday) - playing "nicey-nicey" with our former landlady to get the bond back on the old place, shopping for a new toilet seat (one of the very first things in a new flat is to replace it; in this case the matter was made rather urgent by the fact that the repair-man who came to fix the the bathroom window vent had actually broken ours off while we were away!), and generally making a start on getting Dolores Delargo Towers #4 into some kind of order - putting up (and filling) the shelves for all our books and our CD collection, emptying bags and boxes, and clearing space for the wardrobes that are due to be delivered tomorrow...
...all this while trying to keep warm in the cold winds and intermittent sleet-showers of North London, and still awaiting a full television service from the shiftless money-grabbers of BT (who left us without internet for a week and, despite offering a cable TV service, apparently require the telly-box to be plugged into a conventional aerial socket as well, which we have no idea if we actually have)!
As our lovely, restful holiday starts fading away in our memories, so, on this Tacky Music Monday we need the services of Andalusia's very own uber-diva and gay icon Señorita Rocío Jurado to cheer us up - here performing a couple of video-postcards from our trip!
Sigh.
Welcome back dear!!!! I've been here and there intermittent myself. No rest for the weary I tell you that. I hope your trip was smutty and sin filled and you were able to procure some new house help to get the new estate underway. Cheer for a safe return 💋
ReplyDeleteWe tried to fit a little something called "Diego" into the bags, but Easyjet wouldn't allow it on as hand luggage. So we'll have to get Dolores Delargo Towers #4 into shape by our own efforts, unfortunately... No rest for the wicked, indeed. Jx
DeleteIf it's any consolation, cable TV and internet providers are lying, incompetent, and troublesome universally it appears. Their motto would seem to be "It's not my problem."
ReplyDeleteWe have discovered this over the years, but so far BT has really taken the proverbial biscuit. An "engineer" came to staple wire all around the place, but apparently it was not connected to anything until after we went to Spain. He never mentioned either the fact that a whole length of Ethernet wire also needed to be fixed up and around doors and skirting boards between the telly and the "super-hub" [modem, M'Lud], nor the need for a connection to a non-digital aerial. Thanks, mate. To paraphrase the immortal Jim Royle: "Cable service provider, my arse!" Jx
DeleteAck, sorting out the internet is the worst part of moving.... hope it is all sorted soon.
ReplyDeleteAND, happy new home!!
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For once, the internet has been sorted quicker than the telly! Currently, to watch anything worth watching we have to trail wires from one end of the house to the other, which was not exactly what we signed up for... I feel a stern letter coming on. Fetch me my Basildon Bond! Jx
DeleteI don't like the film, but those GIFs from "To Wong Foo..." are fabulous! I can imagine Dolores Delargo Towers #4 getting "dressed up" in a very similar way. As Ms Scarlet has said: Happy New Home!
ReplyDeleteTo Wong Foo is one of my fave films - such a cornucopia of quotes... The transformation from "stock-room look" to palace has been somewhat less than drag-tastic so far, however. Nothing about constructing IKEA flat-pack furniture could ever be called "camp". Jx
DeleteAll the best to you and the Madame in your new abode.
ReplyDeleteDahling!! - it will be an abode worthy of us Queens by the time we've finished with it... Jx
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