The Geezers are Back

Ravaged scarred grey and grizzly

The Geezers are back.  


The ravaged scarred grey and grizzly face of our house is having cosmetic surgery.  


The inevitable geezer van blocks the drive.  

The Inevitable Geezer Van

The Head Geezer has twinkly blue eyes, a cigarette nub in his mouth, a back to front baseball cap with "Portugal" written on it, a lovely big tummy, trusty legs, and is deeply tanned and lightly rendered all over.  After the briefest of introductions he sends forth his band of under-geezers:  sons, cousins, nephews and friends of sons and cousins and nephews and their cousins and nephews.    Geezers bring everything which I lack on the physical plane:  structure, strength and speed.  

View from landing window

Geezer leg at kitchen window

Geezers in the Woods

Within seconds scaffolding is up and the geezers swarm the walls:   they remove our shutters, sand the wood and metal, tape up the windows, and paint the entire house with a mustard coloured undercoat.

The mustard coloured undercoat...

The next day dawns grey and dry.  "Don't draw the curtains!" I say to JC  "There might be a geezer out there looking in ".   But alas, the geezers have all melted away we know not where, like the little folk...


I know from experience the only way to deal with this is:  accept that your mustard streaked house will have scaffolding and no shutters for the rest of your life and that you never know when you will wake up and find a geezer looking in at the window.