Plumbers, again. And lovely Misfits

This morning was not too promising. My tenant reported a leak in his bathroom at the weekend, said he'd got the shutoff to work, was okay waiting for Monday so I could avoid weekend plumbers' rates which are even more stratospheric than weekday ones. 

So I called the plumber early this morning, explained all, I'm an old customer, their dad used to be my plumber, I'm in their info, someone would get back to me. Usually this means in minutes. So I postponed climbing into the shower so as not to miss the call.  Waited four hours.

Called again, asking is there a problem, or what? Lady gets all snippy, I explain again that there's only one toilet, it needs to be fixed, thank you.  So she says oh, wellllll, I'll leave a meeeeessage and tell them it's the second meeeessage....and I thanked her very sweetly.  Five minutes later, Greg's on the phone asking can he come in the next half hour...the good old squeaky wheel works again.

I got there early, and read Pride and Prejudice to keep calm waiting for him. He arrived exactly as promised, after calling to say he was on the way. Did the job in no time. Agreed that leaks on the second floor are no joke. And after emptying my wallet, he departed, and I sprayed alcohol everywhere he'd touched, just in case. I was gloved and masked, because I don't live at the condo, and was being careful.  No pictures, plumbing and repairs not being photogenic outside of diy shows. Then I trailed home, five minutes away, to make a cup of tea.

However, soon after,  the Misfits box finally arrived. Supposed to be Friday, then they said Sunday, then Monday, then Sunday again, then Monday again...I suppose there are many moving parts to this operation and maybe they were waiting for items to arrive in order to ship. I don't know. However, they did not pack till Sunday anyway, this is good, and all arrived this afternoon after I'd got back from the plumbing adventure, looking very very nice. Roots included, to prove it's a real lettuce?

After the box was emptied

Here's the box on arrival. After I'd removed the frozen gel packs and the blanket.

this week I'm making vichyssoise, and my life will be largely about soup and salad, these lettuces being ultra fresh and crisp. And there's a glass of Italian parsley in the fridge, now, too. Great fruit, apples, pears, plums, peaches, an Asian pear, one of my favorites, the farm didn't have them this year.

I'm trying a new whole wheat bread flour, looks promising.  And there's a little pouch of wild salmon, sustainable, for one of the salads.  And chocolate bark for sharing with Handsome Son, the chocolate fancier. Some of these items are extras I added in to the box.

So I guess if I can hang loose a bit on the delivery time, the produce is worth waiting for. I'm used to the military precision of the local farmshare, where you had a specific window, day and time, to come to the barn and pick up, and you got what they put in your basket.  It was lovely, but definitely not laidback.

One thing's the same though.  There's a frenzy of food prep as soon as it arrives.  Because you don't want to miss that lovely freshness by waiting a couple of days to wash and chop and tear and all that.

All in all, expensive and dull morning, exciting and very happy afternoon.  This averages out to an okay day up to now.