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York City and Twitter
Both look in danger of going down the shitter
What’s left for me if they’re gone
I have no other interests, not one.
Except, I suppose my ftones (which should rhyme in any normal language).
Judging by my PT session this morning, I am less fit than I was last week. My cough persists and I’ve been hosting this disease for well over a month now. Hopefully a four and a half hour flight to Cyprus with two children will cure me.
Aside from packing and trying to remember the stuff you need to do for foreign travel - it’s coming up to five years since we last holidayed abroad and I’ve forgotten everything. It’s only because I got an email that I remembered you can check in online in advance.
I also tried to rodent proof my house a bit. We’ve had some unwelcome visitors in our kitchen ceiling (only found out when we changed the bulbs and some poo fell out), so I’ve been trying to find how they might have got in. I bought some foam to fill in some gaps around the drains, which is sort of like whipped cream, except you probably don’t want to spray it directly into your mouth as it’s covered in warnings about getting it on your skin or in your eyes and how it might give you cancer if breathed in. I did OK until I took my rubber gloves off and got some on my fingers. But as long as none of it goes on my remaining ball I’m OK.
It was quite satisfying filling in the holes I found (and hopefully I haven’t trapped any creatures in the roof, but I doubt it as I think they are just popping in at night).
I was up on the kitchen roof for most of it and there’s a big extractor fan pipe coming out of the wall with no over or grille on it, which might be how vermin are getting in. I am not sure if it even leads to anything that we still use or where it comes out. I put on the oven extractor fan to see if it was connected to that, but it didn’t seem to be. However I couldn’t fill it up with cancer cream, just in case it served an important function somewhere. And I didn’t really have anything that would act as a cover - nor did it look like one would be easy to install. So I did the best I could and found an old plastic sieve and nailed that to the bricks to cover the hole. Nails were not the ideal medium, but this was a temporary solution and really just a test to see if anything to move it out of the way. Doubtless it will stay there for the next 20 years. But I hope it will make us mouse proof whilst still letting poisonous gas - or whatever it’s there for - to escape. I am not surprised that the cowboys who did work on our house left a huge uncovered hole in it - it might have been there already, but they should have spotted it. I am not convinced it’s where our little furry friends have been getting in, but it still looks like an open invitation.
I enjoyed doing the manly work of protecting our house. Even if it was partly employing a sieve, which maybe isn't the most manly way to do it.
