I got up around 04.30 hours on Sunday with the belief that Arsenal’s home game against Stoke City had a (local time) kick-off at 05.15 hours.
With so much time to spare I made my mug of black coffee and retired to the veranda with it and my iPad to read the Sunday Times on-line. Straight in to the sports’ section where I found that I had made a monumental error. The kick-off was 06.30 hours! No worries though (or so I thought), more time to enjoy the Sunday Times.
At 06.25 hours I moved inside, switched on the TV, chose channel 103 and sat down to enjoy the game. But no. Catastrophe! NBC in its wisdom (sic) had chosen to televise the Singapore Formula 1 Grand Prix! How could they? Don’t they know that I couldn’t give a fig (I have other words to use but …) about Formula 1!
I very quickly (and smoothly) moved to Plan B – TheTelegraph website. Nowhere near as good as watching the game on TV but I was able to keep ‘in touch’ with developments as the game unfolded. A game which Arsenal won by three goals to one.
The remainder of Sunday passed without too much incident. Oh apart from Manchester United taking a good hiding in the derby game against Manchester City and Spurs getting a last gasp win against Cardiff City.
Yesterday morning one of the first things I did – yes, even before reading The Times on-line – after taking a few sips of coffee was to ‘fire off’ an email to Excess Movers International to express my extreme disappointment, frustration and incredulity that we still do not know where the consignment we have had shipped from the UK is. Last known whereabouts, Miami on 1st September!
Within a few hours of sending the email I received a telephone call from a representative of the company in which , aside from proffering extreme apologies, he promised to personally follow up on our ‘missing’ consignment. As I write this edition I still await news!
After breakfast Rose and I went to visit the ‘mirror man‘ and made arrangements for him to visit our house on Wednesday to take a look at my mirror to decide if he can cut the three holes that it needs to have to accommodate the taps (faucet for non UK readers) for my bathroom.
After returning to our condo I grabbed my book (I am still reading Brick Lane by Monica Ali) and headed for the dock in front of the condo we are renting during our build in Ambergris Caye, Belize to enjoy the book and the (very) hot and sunny weather conditions.
Following a snack for lunch Rose and I headed off to visit our house but on the way took a slight detour to pick up on the first (of many I hope) of the ‘that was then, this is now’ photographic comparisons.
Julian, responding to the request/suggestion that I made, sent me a photo that he took of Wet Willy’s (perhaps around two years ago) prior to the remodelling work.
“That was then”.
“This is now”. Spot the differences ?
The view that you are probably more used to! Do you remember ?
Don’t forget. Join in the fun. Send me your ‘that was then’ photo (s).
Following the slight detour we got to our build in Ambergris Caye, Belize around 15.30 hours and on arrival went straight in to the Ground Floor self-contained apartment where Rolando had fitted the first of the toilets.
The en-suite for the larger (lagoon side) of the two bedrooms.
With nothing much new to see in the apartment Rose and I headed up to the First Floor passing Angel on the way who was continuing with the general tidy-up. On this occasion painting over dirty marks on the exterior wall.
Once in the house we saw that Rolando had cut the holes for the toilets in the Powder Room
and in the en-suite for the bedroom (Rose’s handicraft room).
Just inside the main entrance José was fitting the remaining skirting (base) tiles around the architrave.
José at work.
Cut to size. Now for the adhesive. And then the grouting.
Seeing that there wasn’t much else going on I climbed the scaffolding to the Second Floor and once in to our bedroom I found that the guys had brought the mirrors for our bathrooms up ready for fixing (mine obviously after the holes for the taps(faucets) have been cut) above the vanity units.
Mirror for Rose’s bathroom.
Seeing that nothing else had been done I went back down to the First Floor and went out on the western (lagoon side) veranda to take a look at how work on our small, rock wall was progressing.
View from above.
And at ground level. Nearly half completed.
Looking down as we were leaving the First Floor we saw José cutting the base (skirting) tiles for around the architrave for the front door.
The multi talented José at the cutter.
By the time we reached ground level Angel had started to apply the ‘tidy up’ coat of paint to the side wall for the ramp to the Ground Floor.
On the way to the ‘cart we stopped off to have a chat with Victor (the welder) who with his sixteen year old son was making great progress with our railings.
Victor at work.
Railings for the Ground Floor ‘open’ area.
The headline for today’s edition is based on the single released in 1990 by Phil Collins which although only reaching number fifty-seven in the UK Singles Chart reached number four in the US Billboard Hot 100.