The trouble with Treacle

Treacle enjoying pot
Originally uploaded by electronic_dream_plant.

Treacle is an important member of The Burrow. In fact, some other residents would claim she was the most important.

To understand Treacle is to understand the joy of banging your head against the wall. Thoroughly annoying, attention seeking and loud but at the same time frustratingly cute.

The derivation of her name is important;
Rachel: "she's called Treacle because she's dark and sweet"
Lawrence: "she's called Treacle because she's black and thick"

Explaining the creeping crapness

Imagine that a light bulb blows when you switch it on. Each subsequent time you go to switch the light on you realise you really should get around to changing the bulb, and would indeed do so straight away if it wasn't for the terribly unimportant thing you were doing at that moment.

Thus the creeping crapness begins...

Look around you. It's right in front of you. The piece of wallpaper coming away from the wall. The dead batteries in the remote control. The door that doesn't quite close properly. The cracked tiles around the bath set off nicely by the slow drip of the tap that won't quite turn off completely.

All are tolerable in isolation but combined together form the creeping crapness, which grows everyday to the point where it eventually becomes overwhelming. Left unchecked it will slowly consume you until you wake up one morning and find yourself living on a Rose Hill estate driving a clapped-out Fiesta and eating last night's takeaway pizza cold from the box with the three remaining teeth in your mouth.

Of course Rachel's solution is to write a list of things to do, so not only can you observe it happening to you but also chart its invasion as you fail to do anything to tackle it.

All Systems Go!!!

The idea of this blog is to keep a record of progress on changes to The Burrow (our house) and what happens to us on the way. Maybe a naff idea but I thought it would be a good way for us to see the highs and lows of the project once its done.

Last night we came home to find a letter from our architect confirming he's ready to start work for us. Stage one is to carry out a survey of The Burrow. This should happen later this month.

Lawrence

House is not actually called "The Burrow". That is it doesn't have one of those naff bits of wood with dodgy letters carved into it a la 'Dunroamin' or even worse (in our near vicinity) "Suitsus". Yuk!



No, burrow for us means bolt hole or sanctuary. The place we retreat to after a hard days work (or shopping in my case), to slam the door on the world outside, restore ourselves and our energy levels, and emerge from once again, refreshed and ready to go!

But what will happen when our burrow is disturbed by builders and rubble? A temporary burrow will be required.

Rachel