On Wednesday, after my Wii Fit session, I woke Jon with a cup of tea reminding him that he needed to take down the curtain rail & blind on the landing ready for the window fitters to start work at 8.30am. I'd just about managed to get dressed, make breakfast and clean the bathroom when they arrived. We spent the morning in the lounge, watching TV and attempting to calm the lads.
Our supermarket delivery arrived which Jon santised and put away whilst I continued with my crochet, taking a break for noodles.
I carried on crocheting until I ran out of brown wool. By 2.30 pm it was already starting to go dark so Mark & Keith tidied up and packed away for the day. The lads were most upset by the sound of them vacuuming upstairs, they'd never heard one before!
We took a walk around the block and I made tea, a cauliflower & broccoli paste bake accompanied by a bottle of beer. After a quick blog catch up (I'm not able to access my PC whilst the chaps are working). We spent the evening in the company of Spooks, drinking rum.
On Thursday I woke Jon up at 7am as he needed to get the spare bedroom ready for the workers. I did my Wii Fit workout, scrubbed the bathroom and rescued the clothes I'd been wearing the previous day from the laundry basket as I couldn't get to my wardrobe. After our fruit and yogurt breakfast we took advantage of a dry and bright day and cracked on with the garden, Jon continued to remove the bamboo whilst I cleaned the pond and raked up the leaves.
Not the most fragrant task...
I only share photos of the tidy bits of the garden, here's the not so tidy parts, despite our endeavours, it's still a wilderness.
You'd be taking your life in your hands trying to access this shed, there's stuff in there we brought from our previous house 15 years ago!
The chimney pot marks the spot where we buried Albert, my constant companion from my student days until I was 38.
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| Victoria & Albert back in the bedsit years, 1989 |
After our noodles Jon went into the music room and attempted to tune a friend's newly acquired guitar while I cleaned the oven. Ignore the state of the floor, that'll be tomorrow's task.
Mark and Keith packed up at 3pm, the window fitting complete. Their next job is the architrave. They're hoping to be done by Tuesday.
I look like the Wreck of the Hesperus (as my Grandma always used to say). I'm not liking having to put my make-up on at the kitchen table, brushing my teeth in the utility room and wearing what's in the laundry basket but it doesn't feel right not showing my face when I post a blog.
Tea was Halloumi with roasted vegetables, demolished in minutes as we were both starving. I'm frantically trying to catch-up with blogland, comments and emails although it may be the weekend before I do.
Please stay safe, my dear friends. Five people I know (all normally fit, healthy and not elderly or from vulnerable groups) are currently very poorly with Covid including the lovely lady who took a photo of me sweeping up leaves in the avenue last week. Don't believe the knuckle draggers who claim its all a hoax, trust me, this sh*t is real.
See you soon.