Well, didn’t that work well! And without having to locate a clockwork clock, wrapped in a tea towel – brilliant idea dad. I heard no noises in the night and slept like a log, straight through.
When I went downstairs in the morning, I was a bit frightened that I might find a peacefully, sleeping Day-z next to the murdered body of Emma. I opened the door and Day-z emerged, happy to see me in her usual morning way. Emma, clearly not as fast, hopped out of the basket to join in the early morning revelry.
Apart from the obvious advantages of getting a decent nights sleep, I was overjoyed to see that they’d slept together. Clearly Emma just wanted company and Day-z wasn’t bothered. An excellent stride forward.
I didn’t see any builders today (apart from Tatt-man who turned up to pick up one of his ladders that we’re storing in the back garden) and was able to completely empty the Old Rose Room, clean the floor and window sill and refill it in a better, more accessible way. Hopefully I can make a start on the Green Room tomorrow but it will depend on the plumbers. And if they turn up.
There was a rumour the plumbers might turn up this afternoon but this turned out to be mere speculation and unfounded in anything approaching truth.
In the afternoon, I rummaged in the understairs cupboard, searching for a Phillips head screw driver. This isn’t unusual because that’s where I keep things like Phillips head screwdrivers.
(By the way, the Phillips head screw (and driver) that we use today, was invented by an American chap called Henry F. Phillips, however, it could easily have been called a Thompson head screw (and driver). The original idea for the cross head design came from John P. Thompson who was unable to interest anyone in it. He sold the designs to Henry who refined it a bit and…well, the rest is history, really.)
I found what I wanted, closed the cupboard door and went upstairs. Upon returning, some hours later*, I couldn’t find Emma. I roamed from room to room downstairs, calling her name. Day-z was as baffled as I was. I searched the dangerous front room, still occupied by builder’s stuff. I went down the side of the house in case she’d gone for a wander. I searched the back garden where we regularly go for relief and play. But not a sign could I find.
Returning to the house I called her name again and heard the faintest of little squeaks. I realised she was in the house somewhere but it wasn’t obvious. I called her name as I walked around, hoping she’d squeak again to make her location a bit more obvious. She did, as I was passing the understairs cupboard. I opened the door and there she was, looking a bit miffed.
And that’s the lesson for today: When in charge of small puppies, always check a room before closing the door on it.
Having solved the night noise problem, I now have to work on Emma’s toilet habits.
* That’s an exaggeration to enhance a barely entertaining story. It was about 60 seconds.