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Public transport
Sep. 22nd, 2005 12:55 pmToday I fell victim to Sod's Law. Fed up of standing at the bus stop like a ninny, I headed back to the house to check the timetable--it would be too convenient to have one at the stop, you see--and not two minutes after I sat down, a bus zoomed past. Sod's law, eh?
As it turns out, buses are confusing in Bristol. Any bus I take from this road, will take me to the shops or to the centre, depending on the direction. However! Not all buses from the centre will take me all the way home. I'm glad that I looked at the timetable now. A bit of whining just now is nothing compared to the tears that would ensue if I had to walk half-way home because the bus finished its run in a weird place.
I should really call Sarah and arrange to get some driving lessons before my test. It might also be an idea to find all my documentation again! Maybe I should try one last time for a cancellation? Half-hourly buses are going to be a real pain in the arse, I suspect.
Oh well....
In good news, the mystery smell in the bathroom has been identified and fixed. Yay! Mike the plumber rolled around laughing when he saw the sink plumbing--it was just a length of rubber tubing, rotting tubing at that. We now have a spiffy trap and a decent pipe. The mystery smell turned out to be fumes from the drains that should have been prevented by the trap. No more nose-wrinkling when splashing around in the bathroom, yay!
We may also be one step closer to getting the dishwasher going again. We need to get the flex lengthened to about 6m so that we can run it under some cupboards and past the plumbing. Dave's worried about the house going fizzle...flash...boom if we continue to daisy-chain power supplies on the kitchen floor, which is fair enough, so I need to flutter my eyelashes sweetly at my BIL or a sparkie. I'll be so happy when Herbie is working again! (Am I the only one who names kitchen appliances?)
Right, off to stand at the bus stop again.
As it turns out, buses are confusing in Bristol. Any bus I take from this road, will take me to the shops or to the centre, depending on the direction. However! Not all buses from the centre will take me all the way home. I'm glad that I looked at the timetable now. A bit of whining just now is nothing compared to the tears that would ensue if I had to walk half-way home because the bus finished its run in a weird place.
I should really call Sarah and arrange to get some driving lessons before my test. It might also be an idea to find all my documentation again! Maybe I should try one last time for a cancellation? Half-hourly buses are going to be a real pain in the arse, I suspect.
Oh well....
In good news, the mystery smell in the bathroom has been identified and fixed. Yay! Mike the plumber rolled around laughing when he saw the sink plumbing--it was just a length of rubber tubing, rotting tubing at that. We now have a spiffy trap and a decent pipe. The mystery smell turned out to be fumes from the drains that should have been prevented by the trap. No more nose-wrinkling when splashing around in the bathroom, yay!
We may also be one step closer to getting the dishwasher going again. We need to get the flex lengthened to about 6m so that we can run it under some cupboards and past the plumbing. Dave's worried about the house going fizzle...flash...boom if we continue to daisy-chain power supplies on the kitchen floor, which is fair enough, so I need to flutter my eyelashes sweetly at my BIL or a sparkie. I'll be so happy when Herbie is working again! (Am I the only one who names kitchen appliances?)
Right, off to stand at the bus stop again.
