#plumber Acle

[drawnwithrage]

Happy Valentines day everyone!! Hope you enjoy these two cuties as much as I do! Don't forget to indulge in discounted candies tomorrow! Be safe and have fun!

Sending all this as I'm getting an mri. Yay!!

[sherwees]

cw : y/n is kinda freaky in this idk (I snorted), guess who's our roommate important, fat shaming a cat, huge cat alert, mega pussy(cat), jeno big schlong core, desperate jeno (but only for a second), just a simple blowjob and his cum tastes like WHAT?!

side note: I took long asl writing this because I'm so used to writing for wayv like the 2 day gap between the haechan fic and hendery fic compared to the 13 day gap between this fic and the hendery fic makes me SICK.

extra note: I've never written for jeno before either.

apart of the nct corny plots series!

why were you so excited for a fuckass plumber?

you had a bigger problem anyway. under your sink, it smelt like fucking mold and water.

man fuck this.

your roommate, jungwoo was barely home.. you asked him if he knew anything about pipes and he only sent a dog emoji.

there was a familiar brushing in between your feet, you looked down at your fatass white cat, nella rubbing against your ankles. jungwoo thought that it'll be funny to make her rhyme with nutella because her old owner said that supposedly.. she ate jars of it.

picking her up, you think you tore your acl but once you met eyes with her; you felt kinda bad. isn't that basically neglecting..? but whatever, she's fine now.

nella's head nudged against your flat hand against the counter, you obligated unconsciously to petting her whilst spacing out on a random hummingbird perched on a fence.

“nella, do you think I'm weird?” you asked the unaware feline, she only licked your palm with a sequence of purrs. that was probably a yes. you sighed and fixed the navy blue edge of your short nightgown, there was then a knock at your door.

it's must've been him before nella jumped her big ass down and skedaddled to the basement. “who is it?” you called whilst heading towards the door, trying to identify the warpy figure through the translucent glass. “uhm, I'm here to fix your pipes” jeno, you presumed, scratched his head, you could make out his muscular figure.

you opened the door with uncertainty and the first thing you noticed was his dirty ass uniform and the smell of dirt and water bouncing off your senses. “you're jeno, right?” you said with a coy smile, trying to not look at his bulky torso by keeping unwanted eye contact. he only nodded, his shy doe eyes met yours finally.

“well, don't be shy.. come in then.” you muttered, you might've even given him a dirty look. this hefty nearly 6 foot male was so shy for what, what if he was a criminal? eligible for death row?!

not your problem, for now.

right now.. you wanted to have his kids.

you unconsciously licked your lips as he walked past, like that one italian weirdo from that weird italian movie where they fucked every 39 minutes. you know, that one? why was his ass fatter than yours?

“um, what seems to be the problem?” jeno's voice echoed from the kitchen, snapping you out of your thoughts. only yelping an “oh!”, you shuffled like a flintstone to the kitchen and found him leaning in the corner of your kitchen counters; looking at the sink and you with uncertainty.

“oh well,” you clasp your hands walking over to the sink. “so basically.. urm.. uh” you side eyed him for a second before scratching your head. “it smells like mold and.. urm..” you looked at his nose again, stop looking at his nose, don't look at his lips?! why are you looking at his DICK?!

“I'll just show you.” you sighed before falling to your knees and opening the cabinet, the smell of mold almost made you shrivel into a fucking pinecone. jeno must've gotten whiff of it too because his nose scrunched in disgust and he held back a gag, but soon you'll be gagging on his– not now.

“see, but I think—” you said, slapping your hands in dismay. you crawled under the sink, looking for that bitchass rustic pipe that you glanced at earlier. “it seems like it's this one pipe–” you babbled on and on about the pipe, literally it sounded like mimimimimi. but he really focused on, your negligee raising with every subtle movement of yours; you weren't even wearing panties..

you were leaking, more than the pipes probably.

and it needed some fixing.

if you get what I'm saying hahahaha ahhahahahah oh.. never mind.

“yeah and all he does is send me–” you came from under the sink, jeno's tongue clicked. his expression was a line between curious, perplexed, maybe focused on something.

“oh.” you mumbled, he was spaced out on something and definitely didn't listen to your rant about you undependable roomie. you looked behind you to see what he was so interested in besides your rambling but you only looked at him in confusion.

“um..” you popped your lips inward before he suddenly cleared his throat. his eyes widening in a quick realization, “oh my fault..” his belt scuffled against the cabinet when he tried to adjust his now.. erection.

urmmm, let's just ignore that.

he anchored his back slightly, “there seems to be a lot of moisture–” he paused weirdly, eyeing your slick hole once you looked away. “on that one rusty pipe..” the male pointed at the anomaly. you could only nod, hands respectfully clasped together.

“so, I'mma start working on that..” he said whilst grabbing a wrench. “it only needs a replacement and I should be done..” he reassured, raising his head with a squiggly grin; his cheeks flushed.

simply, you nodded awkwardly before he continued with his work. what do you do now? you decided to situate yourself on your couch, glancing at him every once and a while. but during one of your peeping moments, there was a big white blob heading towards jeno.. wait NELLA?!

the feline brushed against his leg, jeno froze. you bit your lip in fear that he'll just storm out or what if he breaks out in hives? with a gut wrenching clang of his wrench, your fucking heart stopped. but, his hand extended towards the mass you called your beloved cat and your heart resumed but it still kept a hectic beat.

nella approached his inviting hand before she started to lick his index before grazing her teeth on his nail; about to bite him. almost breaking your ankle, twisting it, stubbing your toe, chipping a nail, almost falling over nothing, almost falling over a plant, almost falling over a chair, almost dying, you pick up nella and almost tear your fucking hamstrings.

she ended up biting your forearm instead and threw herself down the basement stairs, “oh, I'm sorry..” you carried a solemn tone whilst rubbing at the small but wide bite mark with a sigh. jeno stands to his feet, concern etched on his features as he inspects the wound.

his hand found your wrist and pulled it towards him, you winced at the rough padding of his fingers. “cats could really be unpredictable, huh?” he declared playfully as miniscule drops of blood seeped from the wound, you giggled at his comment but it wasn't fucking funny because what if you got rabies? you wished he would actually just break out into hives right now.

“I mean.. are you okay?” jeno finally looked up at you, his deep black eyes punctured into your soul.. there was some sort of romantical vibe in them.

you blunk and the room spun.

there's suddenly rose petals EVERYWHERE, the room is hot as hell, careless whisper is playing in the background and he suddenly has a comically large moustache like mario, “mi mujer, mi todo, ¿te importaría si atendiera tu herida?” his sultry gaze met your muddled face, his eyebrow raised suggestively and the buttons of his shirt popped in your face and revealed his toned torso. you seriously have no words and even I can't explain this scene as I'm typing it.

you only nodded before jeno broke out into pirouettes as he spun to the bathroom and came back with bandages twirling around and above him into a pretty pattern of curls and ended in a break out of elegant dance moves then a split.

“mi amor déjame atenderte..” he placed a chaste kiss on the lesion, it burned. he wrapped the bandage around your forearm and tore it off with a smirk.

everything was suddenly back to normal, his moustache was gone. “man what the fuck was that?!” you stumbled back and rubbed your bandaged arm in confusion, jeno's lips were parted in bewilderment. he was staring like it was your fault,

“nothing happened?” he stated sternly.

“yes, something happened! you turned into a fucking whatever the fuck!”

“I don't know what you're talking about.” he retorted, crossing his arms across his torso and steadying his weight on one foot with a pop to his hip. “you know what, never mind.. is my sink fixed?” you asked with restraint frustration whilst rubbing your forehead, keeping yourself steady on the island just incase you would black out.

jeno shook his head, “I mean, I could fix it faster if you helped a bit..?” he asked shyly and smiled when you nodded, you now noticed the crinkle in his eyes when he did so.. heading over to the sink, you crawled into the small space along with him.. he handed you the flashlight.

he slid into the confined space, “just point it where my hand is, alright?” he reassured you before continuing with his handiwork. jeno's muscles flexed and strained with every twist and turn of the screws. every once in awhile his leg would nudge against your bare thigh, which you now noticed and pulled the hem of the gown down but it'll just raise up slightly above your ass once again but you're sure that jeno wouldn't notice.

but, he did. the curvature of your ass would be exposed with every subtle movement of his leg, yes he's a weirdo and he's intentionally but unintentionally brushing his knee in that same area. his boner was becoming quite visible and ample than before, his neck burned in restrainted arousal and he was probably a bright cherry red. he swore that if that bitchass dress raised even an inch more, he woul– it did.

“sorry miss, I need to g-get some tools from my truck.” jeno slid out and quickly stood on unsteady feet, you realized that his hands were weirdly set at his groin area once you looked up at him with unintended doe eyes.

uttering a quick “fuck”, he finally gave in.

jeno's hand coursed through your hair gently, his rugged hands running through the tangles. his erection now stood out like a spear like those over exaggerated brazzers videos, his hand gripped your scalp and nudged you towards his soaked tip and pulled his cargos down with the other.

“I– uh.. need you to suck me off, please..” he pleaded stupidly, his speech slurred and rasped slightly as his hand found the hem of his pants. “you're so fucking pretty, please..” he whined once his cock sprung out, you were NOT going to take that flag pole down your throat, but you gave an exception for him. both of his hands found your head, gripping and clenching to your head with urgency, jeno chuckled triumphantly once you parted your lips.

the masculine scent of his member intoxicated your senses, the tip placing a blob of precum on the tip of your nose and ran down to your lip. your tongue peaked out and licked the cream off the bump, it tasted awfully sugary?

enveloping his tip into your mouth, he grunted loudly, his gentle touch turning tense in your hair. jeno's hand guided your head up and down his lengthy member, your narrow esophagus pulsating and clenching with every hurried thrust down it. veins sprawled from his other hand to his neck whilst it gripped the island, his eyes rolling back to his skull once you managed to take him all the way to his base.

“s’ fucking good at this..” he praised in an unattractive wheeze, jaw unhinging to emit another groan. he suddenly stilled at the back of your throat, your glossy,pleading eyes looking up at him. jeno started to gyrate against your nose, your jaw and lips straining trying to accommodate to his girthy base as you held back a series of gags and chokes.

his head bumped and leaked precum against your tonsil once he resumed his shallow thrusts. “m’ so close..” jeno rasped, his balls tensing against your chin. with a final shove of your head and another gag from your end, he exploded in your mouth. why'd it taste like that? you suddenly pulled away, gasping for air at the realization.

“jeno—” you hiccuped, his aching cock bobbed, resting against your top lip; quite literally interrupting you. in your blurry peripherals, nella licked at a small droplet of his release; your stomach caved at the sight.

the sweetness of his cum made you sick, the thick substance coated your throat for what seems to feel like globs. “why does it—” you coughed and choked on air, jeno suddenly picked you up by the armpits and sat your writhing figure on the counter.

“your cum tastes like cheesecake..?”

taglist: @haechansbbg

[wreckonism]

「  ₊ ☆ﾟ  havana rose liu,  they/she,  non-binary  」 incoming  text:  omg  hv  u  met  yves  wu  of  the  rodani  prowlers  yet  ?  they’re  one  of  the  crew’s  mechanics  n  actually  goes  by  dagger.  the  twenty six  y/o  is  typically  seen  hanging  arnd  track one.  allegedly  they’re  frm  denver, colorado  n  hv  been  w/  the  crew  for  two  years.  wtvr.  just  watch  out  for  them,  k  ?  ttyl  !

𝐧𝐨. 𝟎𝟎𝟏 — 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖇𝖆𝖘𝖎𝖈𝖘 !

full name : yves kathryn wu.

alias : dagger.

pronouns : they/them & she/her.

gender : non-binary.

orientation : bisexual & biromantic.

age : twenty six.

sun sign : sagittarius.

birthdate : december 7, 1981.

hometown : denver, colorado.

occupation : mechanic.

𝐧𝐨. 𝟎𝟎𝟐 — 𝔰𝔲𝔭𝔭𝔩𝔢𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔬 !

( + ) likes : roller derby, cookies and cream milkshakes, going to the movies, graphic tees, having an unreasonable number of keychains, people watching, shitty reality television - especially variety shows with simon cowell on it, drunk karaoke.

( - ) dislikes : when men don't look her in the eye, people asking for a man mechanic over them, going to the mall on a very crowded day, being bumped into at the club, when people don't say excuse me.

aesthetics : always having a bruise or two, hair always pulled up out of fear of a potential work accident, the sound of a carabiner full of keys noting their entrance into a room, having personalized nicknames for everyone you interact with ( that may or may not apply to who they are ), refusing to wear low rise jeans out of a deep-seated fear of having plumber / mechanic crack.

notable features / mannerisms : can never stand straight - perpetually needs to be leaning on something, purposefully outgrowing their eyebrows to make them bushy, chewing on the inside of her lip when she's bored or in deep focus, refusing to wear gloves and accidentally smearing grease on their forehead during work.

𝐧𝐨. 𝟎𝟎𝟑 — 𝖇𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖌𝖗𝖔𝖚𝖓𝖉 𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖔 !

backstory :

tbd.

the 411 :

born on the outskirts of denver, colorado to drs. kendall wu and evelyn samuels-wu.

they have an older brother, only two years her senior, who made the choice to follow alongside the family doctorate practice.

basically a child of the snow, they had dreams to become a professional snowboarder.

injury tw : a gnarly tear to the acl during her sophomore year of high school pretty much shattered that pipe dream, but she was steadfast in the decision to not pursue a traditional, academic way of schooling.

trades and working with their hands is something that's super important to them, originally starting off in a board crafting and repair shop during their early 20s.

tired of the snow, as they were unable to really interact with it in the way they wanted to, yves decided to make a complete 180 and it was between florida and california ... miami was cheaper rent-wise, so.

they started off working at a skate and surf repair shop, but after attending a race with an old roommate, they were hooked on cars, and decided to save up money to go to trade school while working as front desk personnel at a local car repair shop.

after they noticed familiar racers would frequent the shop they worked at, she kind of wiggled her way into the crew and boom ! current yves.

goes by "dagger" because they're said to have a really intimidating stare. they hate being talked down upon, especially by men who think they know better. instead of engaging, they just go silent and stare, waiting until they're done talking simply to hear themselves talk.

𝐧𝐨. 𝟎𝟎𝟒 — 𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖙𝖊𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖈𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 !

tag.

tbd.

[mrplumbgreatyarmouth-blog]

Qualified and Experienced Plumber in Bradwell | Mr Plumb

Here at Mr Plumb, we have highly experienced and qualified plumbers in Bradwell, Fleggburgh, Gorleston, Hopton, and other surrounding areas of Great Yarmouth. We pride ourselves on offering a personal and high-quality service at a fair price. For more information, visit: https://www.mrplumbgreatyarmouth.co.uk

[runawayimaginationtrain]

I'd just like to commemorate this moment on the internet forever.

Setting the scene: am quarantined at my apt r/t unfortunate work and COVID exposure circumstances. Such is the life of a nurse. My garbage disposal on the right side of my sink has been cloggy for a couple of weeks...fine, I'll just use the other half of the sink that works perfectly. I had a bunch of dishes I didn't especially feel like washing. Aha! I'll use my dishwasher!

Now

The garbage disposal almost backs up when the dishwasher runs, there was some dish soap in the garbage disposal. The right side of the sink almost overflows with shitty fetid sinkwater, the dishwasher pees a bit and is full enough with water that I can't open it enough to hand bail it into the good part of the sink without emptying all of the water onto the floor of my second story apartment. Dear reader, you can see why this is a bad situation.

Time for some clever maneuvering. Or rather, praying to whatever powers there are in the world and beyond that I don't fuck this up. I am a registered nurse by trade, not a master plumber. That's my father (who can't help because of my quarantine and his early 9p bedtime- the world still needs the trades as of right now and he has work tmm am bright and early). My apartment groundspeople are doing emergency calls only, and I'm trying to not let them know I have a cat ($55/month? Nope. Not paying that).

Did I mention, it's midnight?

A call to my brother @fustercluckmcgee takes place. He's got some good ideas. We toss theory back and forth, I duct tape him/my phone to the sink cabinet so he can see the risky business of hoping I don't inhale bleach water while I exhale with all my might into the drain that runs from the dishwasher to the garbage disposal. It's patent, and I don't get bleach or shitwater expelled back into my mouth. I reattach it. Praise be.

The garbage disposal miraculously starts draining. Okay. Now to see if the dishwasher can be run without it peeing.

FOAM. FOAM

E V E R Y W H E R E

It appears that the dish soap from the garbage disposal has backed up into the dishwasher.

Y'all have seen this in movies. It ain't funny.

But it's pretty f*cking funny at this point. I'm two beers in, I've been socially isolated for atypical amounts of time for almost 2 months now (did I mention I got a new ACL ~7w ago? Makes it hard to kneel/stand/get under a sink, bruh) and now have have even *less* human contact due to social responsibility, am pretending to not be scared of the high risk of me contracting COVID as I care for our COVID positive and rule out patients, and am physically at like... quarter capacity mentally and physically of what I was before all this knee and COVID bullshit.

I am CACKLING as I slowly turn the dishwasher on and off, scooping foam to the best of my ability into the "good" sink till it's full, then rinsing the foam down the drain. The bottom rack of the dishwasher (full of foam) is balanced precariously on top of the garbage disposal side. Towels. Towels strewn across the floor in what we'll pretend is a strategic arrangement. The entire contents of my undersink are splayed across the floor out of water/foam's way. It's a big f*cking mess. I'm type A-. Everything in my brain is shrieking CLEAN IT CLEAN IT CLEAN IT YOU EEEEEDIOT.

Right now I am taking a break in a part of my apartment where I can't see that disaster. I'm debating cracking open a 3rd beer (I've done a pretty good job at hydrating today, after all) . I'm going to run this motherf*cker little by little and scoop foam into the good half of the sink that's less connected to the dishwasher till it stops dramatically spitting foam at me. It's quarter to 3a. Luckily, I work nightshift 1900-0730 and had planned to stay up till now/a little later anyway to sleep strategically... Cause this might take a while.

This is above my paygrade. God bless the plumbers of America and the world over.

TLDR; screw this virus and its social/societal repercussions. My sink and dishwasher have gone on the fritz and I am but a poor lass tryna keep myself and my space clean and functioning

[chickrawker]

Chvrches at ACL Moody Theatre 11/11/21

I'm back at doing quick overnighters to see shows! We have direct flights to Austin now and will definitely make good use of this while I still live in New Orleans. This was my first time seeing Chvrches and they did not disappoint. As usual, set list first.

Chrvches

Austin City Limits Moody Theatre

11/11/21

He Said She Said

Forever

Leave a Trace

California

How Not to Drown

Violent Delights

Science/Visions

Good Girls

Bury It

Miracle

Night Sky

Final Girl

Recover

Never Say Die

Encore:

Asking For A Friend

The Mother We Share

Clearest Blue

This show was the second of three shows at this venue. Lauren was effusive in her love of Austin from the get go. ("We're here for three nights so we pretty much live here!") She told us that their first American show was in Austin for SXSW and that this place was always good to them.

Let's talk about Lauren for a bit. My first reaction to her when she came out in a black leather jumpsuit and a sheer red jacket was that she gives a vibe like if she was created equally from Stevie Nicks and Siouxsie. Throw in that Scottish accent which I of course equate with Shirley Manson from Garbage and you have quite a compelling frontwoman.

The show had some recorded bits (most obvious when AFAF went awry so they restarted it. We actually ended up needing 3x to get the whole song which I'll get to in a bit.) But the band was really good as well, I wish I took better notes but whenever they had solos or they rolled out the extra keyboard, it was quite the spectacle.

Lauren was just so fun to watch. She even had costume changes! The red jacket came off quickly and she prowled around in that jumpsuit until she made a comment about how it made her feel like a plumber. Huh? She left and came out in a short white glittery dress with feather cuffs. Brilliant. Then for Final Girl she came out with a FG tee and black shorts. For the encore she splashed a bunch of fake blood all over her tee and arms.

About that encore, it was a bit rough. First they restarted AFAF and then in the middle of it the fire alarm went off. I really think it was because of their smoke machines. Anyways people left but a lot of people stuck around and we were rewarded with them coming back out after the alarm was cleared to finish. So AFAF for the third time was it! What a crazy way to end a fantastic show.

[hourlyjobupdates-blog]

Plumber jobs

Salary: £16/hour

Click the below link for more job details.

To apply for job click below link.

Job Type: Contract

Job Location: Acle, United Kingdom

Job Description:

ARC is currently recruiting for a plumber to work on a 2 month contract in Acle starting on the 11th Oct. Work will be first fix – hot ,cold ,heating and above ground drainage on new build domestic houses. Candidates will need to…

[junker-town]

NWSL Week 5 preview and fixtures: North Carolina still looks good, and everyone else has problems

Five weeks into the season, the Courage are the only team that looks like they know what they’re doing.

It makes sense that there are bad teams in NWSL. Even in a relatively small league, and one that initially preached parity and instilled and installed it with the way the top tier players were allocated in the early days, there’s always been a gap between the big teams at the top and everyone else. Some teams gel better than others, or are coached better than others, or get bit by injuries or any one of 1,000 other things that could go wrong — or right — in a season.

As the league has grown though, every team has become more autonomous, left to build whatever it is they're going to build. And big picture, that’s a positive. All the kids don’t get the same exact lunch, and I’m always going to be jealous of your Lunchable and Capri Sun because all my mom sent me with was an apple and a tiny juice box that is, for some ungodly reason, grape.

That’s kind of how professional sports are supposed to work, though. If you’re a team like Portland you’re always going to be able to attract whoever you want, the Chicagos and Sky Blues will have to focus more on building from within, and the Bostons and Houstons of the world are just going to keep having to pretend they like grape juice. Sometimes it works, sometimes it doesn’t, and sometimes you save up enough of your emergency payphone quarters to buy a styrofoam soup cup of tater tots in the cafeteria.

Still, as we move away from the forced parity that we saw in the early days, you’d sort-of expect, or at least hope, that everyone would have at least started to figure it out by now. There’s always going to be teams like the 2014 Reign or, apparently, this year’s Courage, that run away with the thing, at least initially, but how is it that everyone else this year seems so far behind?

As we approach the quarter mark of the season, it’s getting harder and harder to chalk up the struggles of seemingly everyone that’s not North Carolina to things like it still being early or slow starts or so-and-so hasn’t arrived.

Orlando, at the bottom of the table as the league’s only winless team, got a pretty good replacement for Alex Morgan in Marta, but bringing in one Brazilian does not a team make. The Pride might be very good once Morgan returns from France, sure, but it’s also hard to see how. Morgan makes a good running mate for Marta, but her presence doesn’t fix the fact that Orlando’s midfield has been mostly ineffective. Marta might be the league’s most talented striker, but she’s not going to score much without any kind of quality service behind her. And even if that improves as the season goes on, that’s only half the Pride’s problem. Orlando, with the worst goal differential is the league, is also kind of a mess defensively. Ali Krieger, as an outside back that's very good going forward, could probably at least partially help with both of these problems, but she's instead ended up in the center of the Pride’s back line a few times this season. And the rest of Orlando’s defense has struggled with any kind of cohesion for long stretches — they’ve allowed more shots on target than any other team except for Washington. The Pride managed a 1-1 draw with FC Kansas City last weekend, and though the point is certainly a positive, that they had the lead for only 11 minutes before conceding the tying goal, and that they only really needed to hold onto that lead for 17 minutes to win the game, is not great.

Photo by Mitchell Leff/Getty Images

Thanks to that draw against the Pride, FC Kansas City managed to stay two points ahead of the the Pride and not in last place for another week, but that’s little consolation for the Blues. FCKC isn’t a bad team defensively; the three goals they’ve allowed is on pace with some to the league’s top teams. Where Kansas City has fallen behind is in the offense department. The Blues looked strong and with Amy Rodriguez and Sydney Leroux both finally back, like they could have one of the best attacking tandems in the league. That though, was short-lived. A-Rod’s season-ending ACL injury exposed the Blue’s attack as something pretty one-note, and it’s one they’ve apparently already forgotten how to play. Left virtually alone to carry the scoring load, Leroux’s been all but disappeared by a midfield that lacks any kind of cohesion with either the defense or the forward line. Kansas City has scored only three goals this season, and two of them came on opening weekend.

The Blues though, are not alone in the one-win club. Sky Blue, Washington and Seattle have all also only won once, which probably should be mathematically impossible but somehow isn’t. Both Sky Blue and Washington have struggled defensively, and if not for goalkeepers Kailen Sheridan and Stephanie Labbe, both would probably be in even worse shape. Without Christie Pearce, Sky’s Blue’s been a disaster defensively and things aren’t much better for Washington, where Labbe’s had to turn in huge performances every week to even keep things close. Just how disorganized are both of these teams defensively? When they played each other last weekend, the two combined for seven goals. Literally combined, like Francisca Ordega set up Erin Simon for one of the goals and they are on opposite teams.

It’s a similar story from Seattle, where Hayley Kopmeyer has played a big part in keeping things from getting really bad at least once this season. The Reign is the league’s highest scoring team, with eight goals on the season, but considering five of them came in one game, it’s maybe not as impressive as it initially looks.

You’d think here, as we get into the top five teams, is where there would be some big jump. The bottom of the table may redefining disorganized on a weekly basis, but certainly the top half of the table must have its act together, no? Turns out, no. Beyond the fact that it’s just confusing to look at, with both Boston and Houston up there, none of these supposed top teams have really looked consistently good, either.

Boston is certainly improved, but the Breakers are definitely also still working some things out. Last weekend, Boston couldn’t figure out how to adjust its game to the high pressure one North Carolina was playing, and without the ability to play through with Rose Lavelle and Natasha Dowie, the Breakers mostly reverted to a previous season’s version of themselves. And Houston is apparently using the same plumber as everyone else, because the Dash is also starting to leak goals. The Dash is the only team in the top four with a negative goal differential, and at minus-three it’s worse than anyone in the league that’s not Orlando.

Chicago is perhaps the most confusing, mostly because the Red Stars were good last year and haven’t made very many changes. Chicago isn’t horrible defensively — they've allowed just three goals so far this season, and two of them came on opening day. The Red Stars problem is maybe a little in the offense department, where they’ve only scored three goals and two of them came last weekend, because Chicago is a team that either gets shut out, or gets the shutout. Mostly though, it’s that there’s been a complete lack of consistency in what The Red Stars look like when they take the field. Julie Ertz, who is a very good defender, has been shuffled further and further up the field with each passing week, at a rate which will put her somewhere in the opposing team’s midfield line by mid-June. And Ertz isn’t the only one involved in this game of musical chairs. Through four games, Rory Dames has used four different lineups and formations, with players like Sofia Huerta and Stephanie McCaffrey also shuffled in and out of the XI.

Photo by Pedro Vilela/Getty Images

Even Portland hasn't been immune to whatever it is that’s going on. With seven points, the Thorns are in second heading into this weekend, but the road there hasn’t been particularly smooth. Portland’s struggled against quick attacking teams — they couldn’t solve North Carolina in week two, and the Thorns needed an 82nd minute goal last weekend to salvage a draw with Seattle. The Thorns looked a step slow defensively in that game, and Adrianna Franch has had some shaky moments this season.

The only team that’s looked fully formed so far this season is also the only one that’s been perfect through four games, and that’s the Courage. North Carolina isn’t without some flaws, but they do look miles ahead of everyone is the cohesiveness department. Probably, it will come for some of the others with time. Boston looks much improved, Portland has more than enough pieces to make it work, Houston’s still got one of the best goal scorers in the league, Sky Blue will get Pearce back sometime soon. The question right now though is whether anyone will be able to do it anytime soon. North Carolina’s already put five points between themselves and second place Portland, and the Courage will face an Orlando team they already beat 3-1 on Saturday.

With everyone else still struggling to find consistency, and with the season still early, it’s not too late for some of these other teams to correct the problems and start to turn things around. And since everyone’s in pretty much the same boat and they're all playing each other this weekend, now could be the time it starts to happen for someone. Then the question becomes whether any of the teams can do something no one has yet this season — build off that momentum. Or all the games could just end in draws.

All times Eastern

Saturday

Houston Dash vs. Sky Blue FC, 4 p.m., BBVA Compass Stadium (Lifetime)

Seattle Reign FC vs. Washington Spirit, 4 p.m., Memorial Stadium (go90)

FC Kansas City vs. Portland Thorns FC, 4 p.m., Children’s Mercy Victory Field (go90)

Sunday

Orlando Pride vs. North Carolina Courage, 5 p.m., Orlando City Stadium (go90)

Chicago Red Stars vs. Boston Breakers, 6 p.m., Toyota Park (go90)

[mrplumbgreatyarmouth-blog]

Qualified Plumber in Great Yarmouth | Mr Plumb

Here at Mr Plumb, we make sure that all your plumbing needs is served at the highest standard. Our plumbers are highly experienced and qualified in the works that we carried out. We covered areas including Great Yarmouth, Acle, Belton, Winterton on Sea, and areas in between. For more information, https://www.mrplumbgreatyarmouth.co.uk

[hellogreenergrass]

Signy Island - Week One

Apologies for the delay in writing anything from Signy. Its been a busy first month and things have only just quietened down. As you may know, I’m here to study a bug, one of the very few that live in Antarctica. Like many insects this one goes through metamorphosis: from larvae, to pupae to adult and then the eggs are laid and the adult dies. And that process happens only in the beginning of the Antarctic Summer. So my first few weeks have been occupied with me frantically trying to classify and experiment on these life stages,  that you cannot get anywhere else at any other time. So busy that I’ve been here for one month and 4 days now and just had my first day off!

Im playing catch up, but thankfully keep a diary, so I’ll start posting up in weekly batches, hopefully with pictures to reflect the diary entries, if I can sort them all out!

WEEK 1

13th Dec - Elephant seals are massive. Think of a seal, quadruple it in size, then add a bit more. When they are sleeping they look like rocks and keep making me jump as I walk across the beach. To my naïve eyes at least! Massive farty, belchy, wobbly, angry rocks. Best not to try and climb on them.  Said goodbye to my Shackleton friends today, bit emotional seeing them off. Just me and 4 others now on a pile of windswept rocks in the middle of the Southern Ocean.

14th Dec - I appear to have land sickness. This is horrid! Ashild, if you are reading this, Im so sorry you have to live with this! I feel pissed all the time, but without the gin. Which is a horrible deal. I’ve been on shore for 24 hours now and am still finding that the floor disappears from under my feet with the ‘swell’. Had to hold onto the door frame earlier to stop the big wave from making me spill my tea. Horror of horrors.  The cabin is a long thin building built on a beach with sleeping quarters at one end and the labs at the other, and a windowless corridor running the length. Only in the living room in the middle of the building does it open up, so I have spent an unreasonable amount of time walking in the wrong direction, or having to go back to the lounge to orientate myself! Hope I get to grips with land soon. This is my punishment for getting away with sea-sickness.

Three Adelie penguins came by today! They bimbled around on the beach looking like recently amnesic castaways. They have the most ridiculous white markings around their eyes that make it look like if you shook them their pupils would shake around and eventually settle at the bottom, like the goggly eyes you get on toys.

Iain, our Glaswegian mechanic/plumber/electrician, set fire to his trousers today. He was cutting up steel in his work issued clothes, only to find that they are less than sparkproof. Upon realising that flames were consuming his leg, he nonchalantly pats them down, and carries on, later coming in with a hole the size of his head in his trousers.  He does not fluster easily!

15th Dec - Had my first early shift this morning, up at 5.55am. Urgh. As we are on an Island, literally in the middle of nowhere, it is essential that everything keeps running smoothly. We have a reverse osmosis (RO) machine that converts sea water into drinking water, and diesel generators to power the base. If one broke, we would have a problem. If both went, we’d be cold and living off snow. Worse still, faults lead to fires, and fires lead to bad times. So we check everything at midnight each night, and again at 6am. First I go through to the generator shed, take the readings, check the engines for leaks and weirdness. Then to the RO room, make sure the reservoir is full and that all gauges read OK. Then up to the top store to check that the fridges and freezers that hold our food supply are all at the correct temperature. Rounds done, and now its my turn to make the days bread, and start prepping dinner. For when you are on earlies, you are also the cook for the day. And today Im making steak and ale pie!

Did the first part of field training today with Alex, our tame mountaineer who winters in Antarctica and summer as a Park Ranger in Alberta, Canada. He has a considerably heroic stature and a still, quiet manner. He dosen’t use words unnecessarily, but is quick witted when he does. He showed me how to use the archaic, but reliable Tilley lamps and Primus stoves that we have here. Same type that Scott and his team used back in the day. BAS sticking firmly to the “if it ain’t broke, don’t fix it” mentality there I think.  We hiked out to the Gourlay Peninsular where we have a hut, and he showed me how to light the big Reflex stove we have there, all the while quietly getting the measure of me, and how I’d fair in the hills here.

17th Dec - Storm!! Im glad I got some of my samples in yesterday, lots of low cloud and waves are bringing in icebergs to our little cove. 09:40 – getting bigger! 12:30pm - HUGE! Waves smashing up the cliffs opposite and an enormous amount of ice pushed up onto the beach. I’ve set up the go-pro to film the ice coming in. First time Ive used it! 14:00 – The communication system has gone down, And Iain has just gone out to turn the RO pump off as the ice was churning up too much silt. Matt, our base commander of several years has never seen swell this big in the cove. The Shackleton is still out to see en route to Halley, I hope they don’t have this storm too. 18:15 – Storm is easing now. Cove is full of icebergs , and the moss banks behind us are slipping with the weight of the water from the sleet/snow downpour. Exciting. 21:00 – I put the go-pro up upside down….fail.

On the plus side, the land sickness is finally wearing off. Bit exhausted.  

18th Dec - Stacey and I put up Christmas decorations today! All the joyous tat that my Dad used to buy from Trago Mills when I was a kid. Tinsel is now EVERYWHERE! The living room resembles the inside of a dodgy members club circa 1992. Especially as we wrapped tinsel around the dart board.

Elephant seals have been playing in the ice floes from the storm today, silently drifting around in it. Occasionally easing their heads through the ice, slowly upwards looking to the sky. They seem relaxed by it. I imagine this to be a seal equivalent of a spa day.

20th Dec – Finished my field training today by revising my winter mountaineering skills, going over snow belays, ice/snow ascents and the like. Knee held up OK, although it felt wobbly descending, but that’s to be expected, not having an ACL or much cartilage and that. Ripped a hole in my bloody trousers with my crampons. Second pair of Patagonia trousers I’ve done that too now! Lack of co-ordination aside, I passed field training and am now ready to be let loose upon the Island!

[mrplumbgreatyarmouth-blog]

Professional and Qualified Plumber in Martham | Mr Plumb

Mr Plumb is the leading plumber in Great Yarmouth and surrounding areas that provide high-quality plumbing services at a fair price.