and I’m sure I’m not the only one. I recently rejoined the Barbican library as it’s close to work and I’m fed up with buying books. Today I picked up Alan Bennett’s Four Stories. I’ve already read the last story about the woman who lived in his front garden. I wish I’d discovered him earlier.
We have now been in our new house a whole month. We under-estimated just how many trips we’d make to B&Q and the list of jobs done is keeping up with the list of things to be done. The back door has been replaced, the bath re-sealed, exterior lights fitted at the front and back, the garden fence replaced and half a tree cut down. We have paid for the pleasure of visits from the boiler man, shower man and gardener. The boiler was condemned, the shower was basically condemned, and the gardener pissed behind the shed when he thought I wasn’t looking.
In the last month I have been on three work courses, work trips to Norwich and Manchester, made it through Valentine’s Day, Sasha’s bithday, Robin’s birthday but missed Sophie’s birthday due to a badly fitted front door lock. We were too busy to eat pancakes on Pancake Day.
Please can March be quiet?
Today the boiler was condemned but the fence was finally fixed. What with the brand new back door and the new garden fence the house doesn’t know what has happened to it. I wonder if it’s missing those slovenly previous tenants?
And yes, the door is temporarily patched with the door of our garden shed.
Someone said these curtains were so bad they’re good so I thought I’d post a picture of them. My mum lent to them to me as a temporary measure. The house is now full of holes as we’ve loads of extra lights put in, I’m sure you can see our back garden from space when the light is on.
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