The recent volcano activity has caused quite a lot of upset to our scheduling and a sense of doubled disruption has infected the house. Meetings were missed, negotiations for future projects have been jumbled up and remade and all the while the house has been engulfed by the preparations for filming trips. This week two schedules were being arranged and rearranged, big open cases are spread over the floor making us move around with a sort of high goose-stepping motion. Yesterday I was feeling quite disgruntled.
Since a recent short visit to a very concretey bit of California we have learned never to assume that any materials will be readily available. The crew will need to make a set to contain some laboratory ants, one of my jobs was to put a spadeful of earth from our garden into the oven for sterilisation. We are sending (clean) dirt to America.
At 2am this morning one crew came back from filming starry skies and at 7am I waved off the other crew as a car took them to the airport, the cases have all gone. Today I will be in the house on my own, calm has descended, I wonder if this feeling is gruntlement.
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You don't half get around. What would happen if ants were giant? They would take over, wouldn't they?
ReplyDeletehow long do you have the house to yourself? can I come round for a pyjama party sleepover?
ReplyDeletei remember that feeling, sugar! enjoy the quiet! ;~D xoxoxo
ReplyDeleteI so enjoy living on my own! Enjoy this gruntlement!
ReplyDeleteYup...house to oneself, lumber removed...sheer gruntledom.
ReplyDeleteBaked dirt: top that Gordon Ramsey!
ReplyDeleteI'm having you reported to the Ministry of Silly Walks.
ReplyDeleteMarky - rolling stones ad all that.
ReplyDeleteAnts have taken over ...
Nursey - party starts ... now. See you soon!
Sav - Ommmm xxxx
Synchy - *grunts happily*
Fly - ...for just long enough to make me happy to see them back
xl - I'd see Gordon Ramsey any day!
MJ - I'm already on their 'wanted' list
I wanna come to the pj party too - as long as I can come in gumboots and sporting a bleach moustache. I see you've gone from being chirpy to gruntled. LUCKY YOU!!! I henceforth inform the children that they shall put their gumboots in the oven to clean the dirt. Will that help with my housework?
ReplyDeleteEnjoy your gruntlement, it sounds delicious.
ReplyDeleteI long for an empty house, I can't move for boxes of paintball equipment and mud encrusted boots, it's like living in M.A.S.H. without the quips (or Eliot Gould).
You're feeling the opposite of dis-happiness. Enjoy I say.
ReplyDeleteAh, finally, time to get into the wellies, put on some moustache-bleach and start ironing.
ReplyDeleteAnge - never worry about housework. Pajama party - Now Started - come over!!
ReplyDeleteEryl - We could put up with a lot more if Eliot were involved
FJ - I am being very unmiserable right now
Met Mum - and all those other things we do when we think no-one is looking
I have this wonderful vision of a Le Creuset casserole dish full of mud.
ReplyDeleteThat's exactly what it was
ReplyDeleteYou are perfect fodder for a reality show. Can't The Director use his influence to get a crew and cameras following you around?
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