Good morning readers,
As I type there is a blizzard coming down outside and we've had an inch of snow overnight. Who would have thought yesterday was the first day of spring heh.
This is only a quick post as I'm off to work shortly. There is not much to say except AmyJo's build is coming along nicely and we are going to visit Jim at Alexander Boats on the 4th April. He reckons she should have most of the cabin completed by then and is currently working on her Josher bow, and we cannot wait to see that as Chris and I feel this will give AmyJo her character. I take plenty of photos when we visit.
According to Fernwoods if all goes to plan AmyJo will be moved to their workshops at the end of April. Well thats all for now, a have a date with an awkward program that is refusing to work. Keep warm out there and do be careful in this snow please.
TTFN
Friday, 22 March 2013
Tuesday, 12 March 2013
Bathroom Makeover
After 4 weeks of not having a bathroom and using friends showers and our second loo we finally have our bathroom makeover completed.
This was not just a case of new bath and loo but a complete replacement of the floor, re-plaster and tile, no small task and one expertly done by our fitters.
The floor was rotten through and had to be replaced
Neil, our fitter, pulled the stops out and has given us a bathroom worthy of Cheshire life magazine review
This was not just a case of new bath and loo but a complete replacement of the floor, re-plaster and tile, no small task and one expertly done by our fitters.
The original bath, note the window and shower curtain, good job we had frosted glass else people would have had a |
The old boiler now relocated in the loft. |
As bad as it looks Yuck! |
The smaller window makes more room for the shower |
Heated towel radiator |
Proper shower screen and water spout, no taps. Shower has main head and smaller hand shower head. |
The new floor enabled us to lay new Carndene flooring |
Bath taps located in the wall so easier to clean. |
Needless to say Chris is chuffed to bits with it, as am I.
Friday, 8 March 2013
Amazing video of Pontcysyllte Aqueduct ….as you’ve never seen it before!
Thursday, 7 March 2013
There are some good people out there after all.
A nurse took the tired, anxious serviceman to the bedside. "Your son is here," she said to the old man. She had to repeat the words several times before the patient's eyes opened.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.
Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her, "Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this Gentleman's Name? "
The nurse with tears in her eyes answered, "Mr. William Grey........."
The next time someone needs you ... just be there. Stay.
Heavily sedated because of the pain of his heart attack, he dimly saw the young uniformed Marine standing outside the oxygen tent. He reached out his hand. The Marine wrapped his toughened fingers around the old man's limp ones, squeezing a message of love and encouragement.
The nurse brought a chair so that the Marine could sit beside the bed. All through the night the young Marine sat there in the poorly lighted ward, holding the old man's hand and offering him words of love and strength. Occasionally, the nurse suggested that the Marine move away and rest awhile. He refused.
Whenever the nurse came into the ward, the Marine was oblivious of her and of the night noises of the hospital - the clanking of the oxygen tank, the laughter of the night staff members exchanging greetings, the cries and moans of the other patients. Now and then she heard him say a few gentle words. The dying man said nothing, only held tightly to his son all through the night.
Along towards dawn, the old man died. The Marine released the now lifeless hand he had been holding and went to tell the nurse. While she did what she had to do, he waited.
Finally, she returned. She started to offer words of sympathy, but the Marine interrupted her, "Who was that man?" he asked.
The nurse was startled, "He was your father," she answered.
"No, he wasn't," the Marine replied. "I never saw him before in my life."
"Then why didn't you say something when I took you to him?"
"I knew right away there had been a mistake, but I also knew he needed his son, and his son just wasn't here. When I realized that he was too sick to tell whether or not I was his son, knowing how much he needed me, I stayed. I came here tonight to find a Mr. William Grey. His Son was killed in Iraq today, and I was sent to inform him. What was this Gentleman's Name? "
The nurse with tears in her eyes answered, "Mr. William Grey........."
The next time someone needs you ... just be there. Stay.
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