2nd August 2018
The first day back at the cottage was not as good as I was hoping for. There was more rubbish outside, the lawn was scorched beyond saving, and the garden was full of weeds again.
Inside, most of Andy’s tools had gone, but there was still an air of a building site. I had stopped off at a supermarket to pick up some basic food and cleaning stuff, so I was eager to get some sense of a home. The first thing to do was to get the SMEG (or SMUG as Kelli calls it) fridge working. I loaded it with the few measly provisions I had purchased, but it was a start.
I decided I needed to find the kettle and coffee maker, essential to keep me energised. I ventured into the shed (the final frontier, to go where no one has gone before) it was a shambles, and a wonder I wasn’t killed. Eventually I found them stored in the laundry basket, which was the last place I thought they would be. I found all my plates and cups, but I can’t find the cutlery. I felt myself getting frustrated with the chaos, I emptied a few boxes, which created more mess, my head was going round and round. At least the shower was finished, I decided to freshen up. However I didn’t know how it worked, and quickly found the cold burst. At least something worked.
In the evening I met up with Bob, Phillip and Helen for a good catch up. Bob had arranged a visit to new St Patrick’s Church in Bristol to see some of the carpentry pieces he had done.
The quality and craftsmanship was exceptional, you know when you have seen something special, and this, for me, was it. Bob is a very modest man, many skilled people are. We finished the evening with a wonderful Thai meal, and I found my way back.
Another Lifetime to go 