Ma main problem is a dodgy back.
But ah also increasingly suffer fae quick-sprouting nasal/ear hair.
Good of ye to ask tho'.
And then there's having to get up for a pee in the middle of the night when the bed is so warm but you have a mile of cold hallway to walk down to the lavvy...
Last edited by Just Jim (2010-02-01 06:39:35)
Ah, Big Tony, methinks thou dost not knoweth of the terrible tribulation of dwelling in a Grade II listed abode? Even the ghosts will need planning permission from at least 10 departments before being exorcised.
Am I right, Jim?
I'd hate to poke holes in my 1763 wainscotting (or whatever it's called).
Also the Giant vibrator is Victorian & has no heating. It had mushrooms growing up in the corners of the ceiling when we moved in in June... All fixed now. Oddly nobody was tempted to try to eat the mushrooms which looked rather like this:
http://img1.photographersdirect.com/img/13954/wm/pd1810290.jpg
^ Those are 'Sulpher Tuft' & grow on very, very, very rotten wood. They are, of course, poisonous.
... And then when you get too the loo if you pull the chain too hard it comes off and smacks you on the head...
It's a 'Rex', btw, another Victorian or Edwardian addition. Just think of all the stories it could tell!
This guy posting on HCWD has a focking problem with Trads:
"I am in Charleston also, Mt Pleasant to be exact and believe me I know the type well. Melon colored Duckheads, a bowtie, sunglasses with a Croakie, and ridiculous penny loafers with no socks. And often with very, very hot College of Charleston co-eds."
So that's what that smell is on the landing.
Either that, or a mold old fig.
To find out for sure - purchase a vintage othophonic Victrola, leave it at the top of the stairs, turn the lights off and go to sleep. If you wake in the middle of the night to the sounds of Bix Beiderbecke at 78rpms you know you have a moldy old fig infestation beneath the floorboards.