Tag Archives: Pog Towers
A litter tray shaped oops
On Sunday I leave Pog Towers for good – the house is (finally) nearly sold. Unfortunately, for a number of reasons, I’ve chosen to break the chain, so I wont be moving into my new house just yet. Hopefully that’s only … Continue reading
Steroids, towers and boxes. Your average week.
‘This week is on steroids’ announced Himself on Tuesday. This is because after waiting forever, a date was finally agreed on Monday for me to move out of Pog Towers and the new owner to move in. Because things are … Continue reading
Hotness and firemen
It’s hot. I like hot weather. It’s just not quite so fun when you work from home and sit in a conservatory to do so. Usually I would move into a cooler part of the house in the middle of … Continue reading
Neighbours and pants
I love Pog Towers – it’s just the right size for me and Norman Cat. We just aren’t too keen on the neighbours. We have quite bad neighbour issues on one side of noise, children picking my flowers, their rubbish in my garden… I could … Continue reading
Disorganisation, leading to a suspected urine sample and a jumper that may well not have matching sleeves.
I am disorganised. Really disorganised. At work, if I say I’ll do something, I’ll do it. I’ll probably even deliver it early. I can find that document you need from 5 years back, can write really detailed training instructions, and … Continue reading
A Little Pea and me sleepover
I’ve wanted Little Pea to stay at Pog Towers for a night since…well pretty much since he was born. With a teeny, tiny house, no spare room and no cot though, it wasn’t really do-able. 2¼ years on it still … Continue reading
The grand opening of the West Wing
For the last five days, utter chaos has reigned at Pog Towers. I’ve mentioned before (possibly a couple of times) that I live in the teeniest house in the world. Perhaps I’ve not explained it properly though, as a few … Continue reading
the pog blog 