Day 1063 The hot seat

8th July 2020

As I looked out of the sunroom after letting the dogs out, I saw that the parasol was in the pool.

I rushed out to investigate. The base that we got from her mother, had broken.

The post attachment had rusted, and gave way, thus the floating parasol.

Fortunately there was no damage to the pool, but we had to resort to sticking it back into the ground, and moving it around to follow the sun.

We had our first dinner out since the whole restrictions began. Kelli made the reservation for the outside area for 6.00pm as a surprise because Wednesday night is Stein night.

We got there on time, and taken to the hottest area of the yard, and right in the centre was our table.

The most unwelcome material in this weather is aluminium, even Satan himself would have said f***! sitting on those chairs.

We sat there for a while, I could see her forehead glistening and beads of sweat running down her cleave.

Fortunately we were able to move tables although they had a strict system for the allocation, we could move as long as we were done by 7.30pm.

The stein quickly emptied as we watched new people being seated at our old table. They looked like they had just come from a cryogenic chamber, so needed the heat.

I’m just glad that we could be of service.

Talking of service, I was in the process of paying the bill, and debating what level of gratuity to apply. There was a choice of fifteen, twenty and twenty-five percent, now usually I select the twenty because I don’t want to be a tight-ass, Kelli lent across and tapped the twenty-five.

Her reason was the staff had to work outside in all the heat wearing a mask, I reminded her we had to bloody sit out in it.

But it was a welcomed end to a uncomfortable day, we managed to paint the dresser, and I worked on repairing the drawer.

As soon as we could throw ourselves in the water the better, I have even been thinking what jobs I could do submerged in the pool.

From the beginning we made sure that we covered the pool at night to avoid getting any unwelcome guests during the night. We bought a tarpaulin to fit the size we had. At first it was okay, not perfect, but it worked. Over the time I think the pool is getting bigger. The tarp is now like a stamp on an elephants ass. This prompted Kelli to order a pool cover to the exact size, which we thought would be perfect, that would be a beautifully sculpted fit.

Instead it was still like fitting a slightly larger stamp on a bigger elephants ass.