So this weekend two quite distressing situations occurred, but the kind of distressing situation that you find hilarious the minute they are over…..on Friday night LT slept really well which would normally mean that we got a great night’s sleep and we did until 2 a.m. when our cats decided to bring a mouse into our bedroom.
People who don’t have cats believe that they hunt things; they don’t. They bring things into your house at 2 a.m. and play with them. So after half an hour of a game of cat and mouse (literally) happening on our bedroom floor we decided enough was enough and locked the cats out of the bedroom leaving the mouse naively thinking ‘what harm can it do?’. Then at around 4 a.m. Lorna awoke to see a beady little pair of mouse eyes staring at her from the other side of the room as if to say ‘yeah your cats cant even catch me what are you gonna do?’. We then turned the light on to see tiny little mouse droppings everywhere. At this point we decided to spend the best part of an hour trying to catch the mouse with a pathetic little plastic lunch box that we somehow thought was a good mouse catching device (don’t ask why we had a small plastic lunch box to hand at 4 a.m. in our bedroom). After our attempts failed we gave in and decided to just let the cats in to the bedroom but the defiant little mouse escaped them and ran downstairs. At this point we were exhausted and decided to just leave them to it….we still don’t know where that little mouse is.
The next day we had an appointment with the vets to get the cats vaccinated, Saturday was also bonfire night so in the life of a cat it does not get much worse than a traumatic injection at the vets followed by a night of being scared half to death by fireworks exploding; the joys.
The following day Lorna was having a nice shower and I was looking after LT downstairs. At a moment when LT was quietly playing in her bouncy chair in my infinite wisdom I thought that it would be a great idea to try and bleed the radiator in the lounge. It started off well for a man that has never bled a radiator before I was quite pleased with the progress. I had a little box gadget thing to use that you basically fix on to the valve then slightly turn it to loosen it off. I then got carried away and turned it so much that the tiny little valve stopper thingy came out causing a violent jet of water to spray out horizontally straight onto the wall of the lounge and all over a double electrical socket.
I didn’t want to distress Lorna or worry her that something was wrong with LT who was still sitting in her bouncy chair totally oblivious to Daddy who was flooding the lounge in a state of panic a few feet away however I had to shout out to her to get out of the shower and come and help. The water at this point was really gushing out so much so that the tiny tea towel that I had thought would be adequate to catch the drips was lost somewhere on the floor in a gush of dirty radiator water. It was shooting out at a similar rate to a jet wash that you use to clean a car with and by trying to place my hand in front to stop it the jet was just diverted upwards where it sprayed all up the wall and over one of our framed wedding photographs.
Lorna was now standing wrapped in a towel having just ran downstairs from the bathroom and in my state of panic I asked her to try and turn the stopcock off to cut the water supply; this was completely useless because a) she couldn’t find it and b) it would of made no difference anyway as the water was inside the radiator and pipes. Lorna then asked me should we call the fire brigade?? At this point I was too panicked to even question that being a bad suggestion and subconsciously probably seriously considered it. After looking for the stopcock for what seemed like 20 minutes but was more like 5 seconds Lorna then told me she was going upstairs to get dressed, probably to preserve her dignity when the fire brigade arrived.
After completely soaking 3 large bath towels and nearly loosing the plot completely I finally managed to push the tiny stupid little valve plug thingy into the valve and turn the box thingy to stop it spraying water. I then spent the next hour drying the fizzing electric socket out with a hairdryer and after all that and following an inspection by my father in law it was determined that we need to call a plumber as there is a problem with the heating system so trying to bleed the radiator was a waste of time anyway.
Apologies for the super long post but I could not resist sharing our horrendous but hilarious experience with you all. Good bye until next time…..
Be excellent to each other.
The Taylors. xx
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