Wednesday, 8 June 2022

Life goes on …… woyww 679

After three floods and three moves Mum is now in her retirement apartment. She has even had time for cake with the Queen and a Jubilee party in the residents lounge.

Life hasn’t calmed down yet though as we’ve now got her old house to prepare for sale and I’m still ploughing my way through paperwork and hours on the phone trying to get through to services and authorities.  I don’t know how folk can say things are better now.  It’s a shame I’m not getting paid to do this lot as I’d be coining it in.  Oh yes and I’m also still dealing with the flood compensation paperwork.

So still no crafting yet.  However, my sister came home for the weekend and we managed an afternoon treat at a local art gallery.

The room of curiosities 



Update on crafting since I started this post.  My textile group had a little online workshop on the Cyanotype process.

If you don’t know what it is, it’s a dyeing technique using chemicals and the sun.

Looks lovely …… only thing is, it should be blue and not disappear
when rinsed through.

Wouldn’t you know I had been sent the wrong chemical mix.  Poor Kim who
I bought it off was mortified.  Not to worry said I, there’s worse things happen.
So hopefully I’ll post the real thing next week heehee.

Take care and have a good week

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Wednesday, 25 May 2022


Just popping in with a quick thank you for your good wishes
and the lovely anniversary WOYWW cards ladies.

I’ve got some good news at last.

After what seems like weeks and weeks of one drama after another I can now say we are moving forward. If you missed it all, here’s a quick reminder. House move, Mum’s flat floods three times, another house move, two unexpected deaths of close friends, a snapped clutch pedal, many many cancelled plans and lots of holding of baited breath.

Here’s the schedule ahead

Monday 23rd May - contractors confirmed Mum’s flat is now dry and they have removed the driers.
Tuesday 24th May - Decorator coming to finish off
Wednesday 25th May - Residents meeting at Mum’s retirement complex/phone & broadband set up
Thursday 26th May - carpets fitted
Friday 27th May -  Vinyl fitted to kitchen 
Saturday 28th May - Packing up ready for move
Sunday 29th May - Move back to flat
Tuesday 31st May - new wardrobe arriving 
Plus a mammoth amount of paperwork and phone calls.

After that we have a jubilee party and settling in time for mum in her new flat and her getting to know the area.

So by the end of June we hope will be chilling out at our little caravan in the Lake District.  Our first trip there this year. 

Keep your fingers crossed that all goes well and I can get back to creating and jolly blogging soon.

That’s a wrap for now.

Thanks for sticking with me.


Sunday, 15 May 2022

One step forward, ten steps back

One step forward, ten steps back. No that’s not a new dance,  it’s the state of things in my little world.

See this face, well that’s how I look for real.  All out of flunter.  If you’ve missed recent events, here’s a recap.

1. Found a lovely retirement flat for my 89 year old mum.
2. There’s a water burst before she moves in.
3. Morning of move there’s another burst but we move anyway, paddling through the hallway.
4. Three days later there is major flooding. Mum moves back out to her old house that we are due to sell.
5. One of my dearest friends dies.

Fast forward what feels like months but is in fact less than a fortnight and one of mum’s oldest friends dies unexpectedly.  They’ve been friends since they were 18.

Oh I’ve not finished yet.  On my way home from a catch up with my bestie and what we call our “lost & weary” club, my car clutch pedal snaps and the car is stuck half in the garage and half on the narrow country lane we live on, narrowly missing the side of the garage wall by an inch.
After the heart palpitations calmed down I rang the nice green flag man who arrived a short time later and gulped when he saw how close it was to the wall.

What a good chap he managed to bump it into the garage without any further damage.  After a short consultation with the nice man the wandering welder said he would be able to repair it. - Sunday night update : It’s not fixed yet. It needs a new pedal.

Honestly could you make all this up.  I doubt it.  One day I’m sure I’ll laugh at this lot.  It was far more peaceful during the pandemic.  

Did I mention that I’ve had to cancel all holidays and events in June in order to get Mum settled back in her new flat at some point.  Keep your fingers crossed folks that things work out for the better now and there’s no more drama.

(From 2018 morning our Chester meet up)

I’m so sorry Sue, Ann & Jos, Vix & Jon, Tina & Gav and all the lovely ladies in our No Rules Textile Society that we won’t get to meet up as planned.  With a lot of luck we will be spending some time at our caravan in the lakes with a beer or  two for company. The season started on the 1st March and we haven’t been there yet.

I’m looking forward to the days when I will be able to blog some good stuff.

Thanks for sticking with me
Lynn xx

In the meantime there’s two funerals, more meetings with contractors, carpet fitters, a mammoth amount of paperwork to get through, more phone calls and yet another house move and house sale to get through.

Sounds like a script for a sitcom

Saturday, 7 May 2022

From bad to worse

Since my last post things have gone from bad to worse.  Mum has had to move out of her new retirement flat after a third mains water burst further up the road caused severe flooding.  

Mum is fine, she stayed one night with us then alongside United Utilities we packed everything up and moved it back to her old house that she had left less than a week ago.  She sat quietly at our house while all this was done and now we have to wait anything from 4-8 weeks before she can be moved back.

In fairness to United Utilities even though they have wreaked all this havoc, causing more stress and anxiety than I’ve had in sometime, they are working with us brilliantly.  I have a direct contact person who came to talk to all the residents at the retirement court.  So for now we sit tight until the flat dries out and new carpets can be fitted - again.

It’s not that simple though is it.  There’s the question of all the paper work when moving house.  Not to mention changing councils and a telephone line that is now in the wrong house.  I could go on and on.

On top of this one of my dearest friends died unexpectedly and it’s left me heartbroken.

I’m hoping that sometime soon I will be back to blogging in my usual bright chirpy way.  I hope you will bear with me.

I have got a pile of lovely books to distract me from all the things I have to do. Don’t read the Richard Osman one while you’re trying to go sleep,  it’s far to funny.

As is this Alan Bennett one about the Queen and a mobile library.

See you soon  with a happier post hopefully 

Sunday, 1 May 2022


The week and day of Mum’s move has been like something from a mixture of a comedy sketch, a horror movie, a crime thriller, DIY SOS, Changing Rooms, Countryfile and Gardeners World.  On top of which I’ve had to act as a detective, a diplomat, a counsellor, a supervisor and a carer.  There’s probably some roles I’ve forgotten about.

On the run upto the move, hours have been spent on the phone trying to get through to services to inform them of the new address. There’s been lots of papers to read and sign.  We’ve chosen new bedroom furniture, living room furniture, wallpaper & window blinds, light fittings, bedroom carpet, sorted keys out and numerous other things I’ve been in Dunelm  half a dozen times for.   Oh yes and I organised a removal company and a decorator.

We’ve done all this in the three weeks since Mum first saw and said she liked the flat.  My constant companion has been a notebook, pencil and tape measure. I made a two week planner so that I could see instantly every day what I was supposed to be doing, what was arriving and who was on site.

The redecorating of the rooms had to be carefully scheduled as the bedroom carpet was arriving the same day as our lovely decorator Jo was starting work, added to which she needed to be out by the time the new bedroom furniture was due to arrive.  I’d love some of that speed and energy Jo has, apart from not being able to get the last coat of paint on all the doors, which were originally dark brown and she painted white, she totally smashed it. It was only the fact we didn’t want to be manoeuvring round tacky doors on move day that stopped them being finished.

The first of the comedy of errors came in the form of the delivery folk using the wrong template to work out that the pathway for them to get the wardrobe in. It looked like it would have to go back and Mum would have to have a smaller one.  As they were leaving Philip said I’ll measure your template to make sure we get a wardrobe that will fit.  After the men had left we realised they’d used the wrong template it was too big.  By then it was to late to get them back. So the original wardrobe is now rescheduled for delivery next Thursday.  Consequently I had to me dart out out to Dunelm again to buy a cheap clothes rail to tide us over.

Talking of tides, while all this lot was going on United Utilities who had the road blocked off outside for major repairs went  gone through a water pipe causing a burst in the corridor of the flats right outside Mum’s front door.  It was that bad you could have had ducks swimming on the surface of the carpets.  Many work men from many sources appeared sucking up water with a machine, measuring here there and everywhere and wanting to put in a massive dehumidifier in the corridor for two weeks. ‘Well that’s not happening’ said Margaret our lovely on-site warden, ‘it’s a trip hazard’. So off these four chaps went after measuring every inch of carpet in sight even in rooms nowhere near the flooding.

Still with me ?   I’m now jumping forward a few days to the day of the move.   Picture the scene, I’ve hardly slept a wink and the phone rings at 6.00am and it’s Careline to inform me that there’s been a major flood n the building, the fire brigade have attended site and mum’s flat is affected. They have someone on the way to sort it out. 

Can I swear ?  Bloody hell what do I do now, do I cancel the move or do we carry on.  Quickly getting dressed I drove up there with the wandering welder in tow.  There wasn’t a soul to be seen, we were met with a corridor of squelching carpets and it was the same in Mum’s hallway, store cupboard, bathroom, entry to the bedroom and living room.

After much pondering it was decided that the move would go ahead.  Off Philip dashed back home to bring a roll of rubber backed carpet that he brought home from a site he’d worked on during the foot and mouth crisis many years ago.  It was left over from when you had to disinfect your shoes before entering the building.  We cut it to shape and laid it down over the soggy carpets so that the removal men could get everything in without making anymore mess.

During the course of the day I managed to find a water board man who came and looked at the mess and reported it to the relevant team.  Two more men appeared to assess it and said they would rip up the carpets. No you won’t I said, I’ve got my 89 year old Mum moving in here today, it’s havoc enough as it is.  Come back Tuesday when the warden is back on site.

Honestly you couldn’t make this lot up could you.  Two more men appeared later from a company who do the drying out.  ‘We will have to rip out all the carpets throughout the building’ they said, as they stomped up and down taking photos.  ‘Oh no you won’t’ said I. ‘You’ve no authority to do that and neither have I to let you.  You’ll have to come back Tuesday when the warden is here’.

Next up another man appears because the lift is not working because of the water burst, the shaft is full of water. Quick as a flash I darted back into mum’s ground floor flat and thought I’m keeping out of that debate.

The removal folk arrived and everything went without a hitch on that side and my sister appeared with the kettle and the brewing tackle.  After a sit down and a cuppa and I’d updated her on the mornings fiasco, we got stuck into the start of placing things where they should be, making up mum’s bed and working our way through 15 packing boxes.

Next thing another knock at the door.  ‘I’m a plumber come to fix a drain. What’s all this water in the corridor.  It’s clean water not sewage.  I can’t fix this it’s nothing to do with me.  How do I get in this store cupboard to check where the burst is.’  he said. You can’t said I ‘There’s no warden on site until Tuesday’.  He then phoned his people who phoned their people, at which point I’d wandered off to investigate the sound of running water in a communal toilet.  He said ‘I can’t do anything here, it’s down to United Utilites’.  ‘Can you fix this toilet while you’re here’ said I making a hasty retreat back into Mum’s flat.

I forgot to mention that earlier during the first visit by UU a woman appeared from up the road in hysterics, grabbing the workman begging him to help and shouting at me ‘have you got a water burst. have you, have you’. Turns out the cellar in her house was filling with water. ‘Madam’ said I, ‘Allow me to finish our conversation and the man will get to you next’.  While all the time thinking shut up, calm down, there’s a building full of old folk to sort here.

Well the day goes on, my sister Jill went back to Mum’s old house to get some more stuff and I carried on emptying boxes when all of a sudden the door opens and a chap walks in with a sleeping toddler over his shoulder.  ‘Oh sorry, I thought the flat was empty’.  ‘Who are you ?’ Said I.   Turns out he was a chap from Housing 21 who own the company that run Riddiough Court where mum has moved into.  

As you can probably guess by now I’ve had enough of all these folk appearing and what to me is total mayhem.  He offered to put mum up in a hotel until it was all sorted or even in the visitors room in the complex if there is one he said. All the time there’s someone on the end of his phone joining in the conversation.  Even though he was very nice and obviously trying to do his best, I’m so confused at this point by all these folk appearing I told him that Mum has no idea what is going on, my friend has taken her out for the day while we get her flat set up so that she can walk in and everything will be in place for her to carry on with her life in her new home. I told him she’s not going anywhere, my sister is staying with her tonight to make sure she’s alright and on Tuesday when the warden is back on duty I will sort it all out from there. 

Still with me ?   Mum appears with Jane and is shocked at what’s happened, overwhelmed with the whole experience of moving and exhausted.   

The warden then appears as she’s been called in because it’s such a major event that’s gone on.  I explained everything that had happened  and said let’s sort it on Tuesday I’m to exhausted to carry on now.  She was very apologetic and said for such a big thing to occur twice in one week was unheard of and normally it was such a quiet place.  I said it’s United utilities fault not yours.  I am going to be following it all up though.

After I’d been home a couple of hours my sister rang to say a man had appeared with a machine to suck up all,the water in the corridors and mums flat. At that my brain shut off.

And so that’s the sorry so far.  There’s plenty of funny bits but they will have to wait, I just needed to get this out of my system.

I’ll be back
Lynn x
Ps if you’re still here you’re as big a glutton for punishment as me haha but thanks x

One funny bit.
Mum’s welcoming committee

Wednesday, 27 April 2022

What’s on your work desk Wednesday


I’m gathering in more than one way.

Personally I’m gathering my wits, patience, strength and all the other emotions and physical
stuff us humans contend with.  I won’t bore you with it, only to say I have been and am still
in the throws of sorting the move of my lovely 89 and half year old Mum to a really nice
retirement flat and arranging the sale of her house.

This was the outlook from her windows on Monday, isn’t it stunning.
I’m thinking of booking myself in.

On Sunday afternoon I set aside some me time to return to my
craft desk. I was determined not to miss the start of the new prompt
with my No Rules Textile Society.

I’ve stripped the cork display wall of its “UNMAKING” pieces.

and I’m bringing in the colours of Spring for the new prompt

The afternoon was spent happily gathering books, fabrics and

It was nice to spend time fiffing and faffing creating a paper
collage and adding machine stitching.

Here’s how it’s going so far.
Wish us luck for the move on Saturday.
Can’t wait to be sat looking out at those lovely views
with a cup of tea in hand.

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