On Friday night we have our grand daughter Emily. She is a treasure.
She and Marge exhaust each other whilst I look on and support, cook and clean.
(Margie thinks that is SO untrue because she does her bit too!)
But this Saturday I did get something done despite Emily being here.
Here she is scattering sawdust on her football rescued from Little Waters,
she wanted it last Saturday but it was too far out in the water.
What I got done was to excavate down to where the two ducts between the garage and the house were.
They were not joined together but in the same hole. I needed to expose them because of the electrician.
A really nasty job because after moving John Young's clean grey hardcore to one side
I had to dig out the awful builder's hardcore, which I put in the wheel barrow,
it was a mixture of brick, earth and clay. I think he was paid to remove it then charged us to put it here.
That builder who did our foundations and drains was our big mistake.
We got recognition of our existence. Something addressed to Brookside Lodge.
This is it, a package containing two Orbs from NPower our new electricity supplier.
They are so naff.
This is the address label. We exist!
Today, Sunday, Margie wax oiled the dado rail because it has to be fixed before the plasterers do their work.
And plasterers are mucky people and would stain the untreated dado rail.
I did work on the plinth for the wood stove. We really must get the stove in place,
and install the flue through the roof before the plasterers do their thing.