19th September 2019
I just spent the day cleaning the cottage for the onslaught of guests for the coming week.
I was getting super critical and even polishing my pencils.
Louise came up in the evening to set up the breakfast things, and generally prepare the welcome pack.
I had the job of writing up the instructions for the electrical equipment. Including the dish washer I have never used. One person cannot create enough dirty things that needs a dishwasher. It is quicker to do it by hand.
Kelli had a result doing her “dumpster diving” by finding a metal trellis. We were on the phone together when it was interrupted by her saying “What was that!?” There was a lot of rustling and screeching of tyres, more rustling, and finally she said “ I just found and old metal trellis by somebody’s trash bin, I’m going to get it”.
I’m used to this happening, some of our greatest pieces have come from things left at the side of the road. I’m just not that comfortable being the one to load it into the truck, I always afraid people think that I’m stealing it. My heart pounds, I sweat profusely, the black and white striped jumper sticks to my body, and it’s difficult to see through the slits in my mask.
She got all excited as she loaded it into the truck, I’m hearing all this sound trying to imagine what is going on, finally she get back on the phone like nothing has happened, and continues with the conversation we were having.
Another Lifetime to go 