Watch out – house!
Interesting title for today’s entry, don’t ya think? No? Well, you’ll find out why soon enough. But before we go there, let’s visit here…
12:30, last Tuesday afternoon, we get a phone call from Mana’s school to say that she was unwell and needed to be taken home. In a way, the timing couldn’t have been better because we were just about to set off to fetch Alex from nursery anyway.
So then, stepping out through the back gate to where our car is parked and this was the sight that we were greeted with. Click to embiggen – as always – to aid with text reading.
You know, we’ve lived in this town for ten years and we quickly had to learn that you cannot keep anything nice here as some inconsiderate bastard will always try their best to ruin your stuff for you.
Only a month ago we had to have the back end of the car resprayed because of someone’s inability to steer correctly when parking. Then of course when we bought this car, it took just two hours for some delightful soul to leave a lovely, and not in any way noticeable, scratch right up the full length of the passenger side. I suspect it was a result of someone parking a bit too close to us in the car park, then walking by with their studded hand bag, thus leave their delightful indelible mark of approval.
The same happened with the old car too, even down to having the rear window smashed! Remember this?
Hmm. It’s all sorted now, we have a new window and someone’s coming over to clean the car this afternoon to get rid of all those bits of glass that we missed – and just in time too as we have a visitor from the USA arriving tomorrow afternoon – and I have to pick them up from the airport. Goody!
Now then, finally getting to the point. There are some things in life that you just don’t expect to see… or hear.
We’d just finished dinner and the instant that I stepped out from the back door to take the scrapings out to the recycle bin, I heard those immortal words; ‘Watch out – house!’ – followed by several repetitions of the word ‘Shit!’ - coupled with an accompanying thunderous roar. I looked up and there it was, a hot air balloon aiming right for our roof.
It was so damned close that had I been at the top of the house, I would have been able to touch the bottom of the basket as it loomed towards us! Anyway, I could see the two gentlemen were panicking as they struggled to gain more altitude by firing up the burners – and boy, did the place stink for ages afterwards with whatever their fuel was. It hung around for at least 20 minutes.
I have to admit it, I did find it a little funny and actually managed to get the rest of the family out to witness the proceedings, before we all then dashed out like lunatics to the front of the house to observe its descent into the playing field across the road – where it also just missed a car show room.
Seriously, I cannot think of a more ridiculous way to travel. You’re hanging around in a wicker basket under a gigantic flammable bag, plus you have absolutely no way to navigate the stupid contraption, leaving you painfully at the mercy of the elements. Mind you, travelling this way, at least you’ll sort of get to where you want to go, not like when you fly with Ryan Air though.
Changing the subject entirely, and I have to make this quick because Daddy Duties are calling, but I’m hoping to be working on some vaguely interesting build stuff soon. With that said, I’m unsure as to whether or not it’s worth posting any of it up here on the blog or not – we’ll just have to see about that because I’m giving serious thought to ending entries like that. Certainly the tutorials and build process stuff will cease at any rate. Why? Observed lack of reader interest mainly and so there’s no point in me taking the time to document the steps taken and then write it all up. Instead I may just leave it to pictures of finished pieces, just for my own personal records.
Now, it’s time to jump in the car for Daddy’s Taxi Service.