It is quite
plain to see by the congestion in the court yard that Mike and I have too many
vehicles for our own good without a mention of the soft top in the garage and
the motor bike and tractors and mowers and I need not go on. Yesterday morning we had a board meeting over
breakfast to discuss the madness of being just us two and having so much
transportation at our disposal, so we decided the Mondeo should go. She failed her MOT for a few little bits but it
is time for a change of Cam Belt and tyres and a silencer and bla dee bla dee
bla. I stole the words from other French advertisers selling their cars and
launched our sales pitch then sat back for about 15 minutes and the phone rang,
so, Yesterday afternoon I had one guy coming the next day, another saying
cancel him I’ll come now, 5 e-mails and 3 messages on the answer phone so we knew
we were going to sell. The man came from Caen via the moon and called to say he
was lost I asked him what he could see so I might try to figure out where he was
and he said there is a farm some houses with red tiled roofs, there is a fence
and sheep in the field. I needed to be
pleasant but wanted to shout…. doh, this is the country and you are describing
every corner of Normandy but we got there the end and an hour later he arrived. He kicked the tyres
started the car several times then made us an offer we had to refuse but met him half way .
He paid and we locked the gate as he left giving ourselves a nice tall high
five.
I sometimes
feel that Mike and I start a project just because we like having Lorries on the
drive making deliveries with the promise of a new beginning. Mike loves the
ordering of material and the planning and this is no exception. We popped into Big Mat, a real workman’s DIY
store with the thought of pricing up our next build but ended up making the
order as we were there and in the mood. We have decided that I want raised beds in the allotment so we can
keep the area in control of weed and pestilent
and I want mike to see the garden
as a hobby and not a chore so we came up with a plan to make concrete boxes and create the Monty Don of all raised bed allotments.
This is the
wood to make the moulds and as soon as mike has had his treatment for his headache
and that happens next Thursday then we will begin. Through March and April we
will create a concrete box every three days and that way within a month the job
should be done…..well that is the theory and the delivery is the starting
point.
HOSS is
very relaxed and happy to be just him and is here sat in front of the switched
off fire , I seriously struggle with this black cold hole in my kitchen so I
light candles inside and it just takes the edge off the chilled anxiety of not
having this cosy focal point doing it’s
job. I had my new boss come visit today
and she kept her coat on and mentioned that she was looking forward to going
back to her nice warm fire ....
so role on wood
fire expert, and role on Summer
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