24th October 2020
My plan was to lay the paving slabs to create an apron for the raised deck in the back garden. The weather was forecasted to be dry, so I was excited to make a start.
However it didn’t quite start off very well, there was a fine drizzle which delayed things a bit.
Once that stopped I mixed up the mortar and got stuck in to the job.
It is never as easy as the YouTube videos make out, there is always the odd bit of Leveling that I have to go back on, but eventually I got everything down the best I could.
The temperature was down in the forties, which meant dressing up well, I can’t expect any warmer weather for the next week when I start on the wood structure.
That is what I’m looking forward to working on, nothing I will like better than hitting nails into timber.
Kelli had to meet up with a customer who was buying a small stool that she re-upholstered.
Whilst out, she spotted a free dresser at the side of the road, that she quickly loaded in the truck. My words “Don’t get anymore bloody dressers” were ringing in her head as she drove back. She smiled to herself as she saw me in the back garden finishing the paving.
She excitedly told me of her find. I have come to expect these “surprises” and I know we have to take advantage of these pieces when they present themselves.
I’m sure we will find a small space for it somewhere, but, “ no more bloody dressers.
After a day in the garage it is so nice to walk into a warm house with the smell of new baking wafting around.
It was bread and muffin making day, all for my benefit, I just melt, smelling all those aromas.
I walked along to the corner shop to get some things for dinner. I had my list from Kelli, but I was seduced by the wine section, adding a bottle of red to my basket.
At the checkout, I requested some stamps.
“What was that” the girl said.
“Stamps” I repeated
“Sorry” she lent closer to the gap in the plexiglass screen.
“Stamps, STAMPS” I thought emphasising the letters might help, but it didn’t.
I was prepared to mime licking my finger and placing it on an imaginary envelope, but thought that might get misconstrued, and likely to get me arrested for lewd behaviour.
Eventually she got it, “You mean STYA-AMPS!”
“Yes, stya-amps”
For God sake can we have a common language please?
Another Lifetime to go 