Cometh the day…

This morning started well.  I went back out in the garden and pulled up a mass of weeds, including in excess of 50 foxgloves.  I examined the access to the two strange areas at the front.  These are to the left and right of the front steps, at the level of the basement and behind iron railings.  The mysterious thing about them is that there is no proper access to them – we were told by the previous people that they got to them by climbing out of the basement windows.  To add insult to injury, they couldn’t have done this for a while because the weeds outside were very high, and one of the windows wouldn’t open because it had been painted over.  So I am getting a quote to have two gates put into the railings – we will have castles on them (rather like the ones we had commissioned at Donich Lodge with the pine martens on them).

Anyway, the gardening was fun.  I like two things about this garden a) no midgies or any other flying creature apart from bees (of which there are many) b) when you spend two hours on it, you have actually made appreciable process towards an achievable goal.  At Donich Lodge you could garden all day and not even be able to see what you had done.

Things started to go downhill after this.  Firstly the new bathroom suite turned up, but the driver claimed he was unable to take the pallet truck up the driveway, so he took it to the lane at the back of the house.  We haven’t really used the gate at the back yet, and it wouldn’t open properly, so he had to leave the two pallets in the lane.  Obviously this would have been obstructing our neighbour’s access road, so J and I had to split the boxes open in the road and carry the pieces into the garage one by one.

While this was all happening, R was not having a good time either.  He was on point at Donich Lodge and by the time it got to 3pm, the funds had not come through from our purchaser.  By the time the thing finally settled with the money having to pass through the trotters of four sets of solicitors on its way to us, we were both a bit greyer.   But cometh the day, cometh the man and R did it all like a trooper.  It must have occurred to him on his way back that this was the final time he would ever have to cross the bloody Rest and be Thankful.

Goodbye Lucky from R (and me and J too).  We love you and we hope you will be happy with your new friends.