18th March 2020
Pete and Kelli’s social distance day 4
I heard the shriek from the sunroom when Kelli tried out the bidet in the bathroom for the first time. It was quite alarming, although I was expecting it, but it made the dogs jump.
It had been delivered earlier, and the attachment took no more than twenty minutes, and most of that was reading and re-reading the instructions.
Because of the design of US bogs, it was really straight forward, possibly easier to do than on an English one.
Once the device was fitted I did a test. There are two directional nozzles, rear and front. I chose the front one. Wow! a jet of water shot over my right shoulder with enough force to strip wallpaper, yep! That works.
I carried on with a couple of other repairs to furniture pieces in process, but I was intrigued with the bidet and couldn’t wait to give it a try.
Now the idea of buying it was to reduce the quantity of toilet paper we use, so I wanted to put that to the test.
The control would allow different pressure dependant on your pain threshold, but I was pleasantly surprised at its efficiency. Having a jet of cold water directed at my delicate areas was not so shocking as I thought it would be. My only criticism would be the mopping up afterwards. This would take a pad of six sheets of toilet paper to do this job, so the saving would not be that great. Now if only Dyson got his act together and developed the “bum blaster” it would be perfect.
The daily routine of checking the confirmed cases of the virus is the first thing we do during breakfast, followed by what’s happening in old Blighty.
Then it’s putting on my work shoes and going into the garage usually tripping up on something.
I’m not sure if it’s because of the size of my clown shoes or that I’m getting more clumsy in my old age, but making a simple trip from one side of the garage to the other will include stepping on, tripping on, or knocking something off every time.
We finished another large dresser that Kelli could post on Marketplace, not knowing if people are still in the mood for buying furniture.
Kelli’s amazing job of the day was getting the electric heater in the sunroom working again.
It had got to the stage where it would throw out heat for a short time and then switch off.
Whilst I was working on another dresser, Kelli was on her hands and knees with a screwdriver and vacuum. There was a clunking and sucking, and finally she threw her hands in the air announcing that she was brilliant, and smiled triumphantly,
Another Lifetime to go 