Yo ho ho. Bored with filling the house with smoke every time we lit a fire we decided to call the chimney sweep. He was really nice and helpful and friendly and always had a reason why he couldn't make it this week and that and eventually stopped answering his phone. The other sweep, based in Wick, never returned our calls.
So we embraced the soot and bought the kit. Reading around the subject it seems that all sensible people sweep from the top, having sealed the fireplace. Here is Jussi executing this technique.
I wasn't allowed to try this - honestly I did try, but Jussi wouldn't let me - I'm not so good with heights you see. So Jussi did it. She's good with heights - but this terrified her. It's a whole lot higher than it looks, and fully extended ladders bounce a lot and the angles are all wrong and the sun was shining in her eyes and... ... ... Jussi the heroic.
Next time we'll brush up and deal with the mess.
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It's making me feel queasy just looking at the picture. You wouldn't catch me up there. Happy Christmas and all the best for 2010.
The boys we had do it from the bottom with a big vacuum cleaner thingy. Very little mess. But I think in your case mess is better in the hoose rather than it being Jussi which is the mess..... WELL DONE LASS!!!
Ellie x
November night, Edinburgh
The night tinkles like ice in glasses.
Leaves are glued to the pavement with frost.
The brown air fumes at the shop windows,
Tries the doors, and sidles past.
I gulp down winter raw. The heady
Darkness swirls with tenements.
In a brown fuzz of cottonwool
Lamps fade up crags, die into pits.
Frost in my lungs is harsh as leaves
Scraped up on paths. – I look up, there,
A high roof sails, at the mast-head
Fluttering a grey and ragged star.
The world’s a bear shrugged in his den.
It’s snug and close in the snoring night.
And outside like chrysanthemums
The fog unfolds its bitter scent.
Norman MacCaig
thanks everybody!
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