Thursday September 28, 2006
We had the most splendid morning. Lounging about, chatting, resting up… It worked wonderfully, refreshing and rejuvenating Graham, and giving Dolly and me a very welcome break from our over-quiet times when Graham is over at the holiday camp.
“Oh, lor, will you look at the time!” I said. “Past noon and we’re still in pyjamas.”
“Something wrong with that?”
“Well, no, of course not. I’ll not have time to go out for groceries, though. Don’t need anything for our lunch but I wanted to get you some milk and stuff to take back to the caravan.”
“Don’t worry about it. I can manage perfectly well with the camp shop until you come over again.”
“So long as you’re sure.”
“I’m sure. Now, about living room furniture…”
And so it went. We managed to fit our showers in before lunch, and took a decent nap after that and before departing for the holiday camp. We’re leaving the question of what breaks and meets we can manage over the next nine days open, subject to the demands of the massed transvestites. If Graham can’t find time for a worthwhile break I shall pop over to spend an afternoon with him, taking milk and goodies with me—holiday camp shops don’t generally stock skimmed milk.
I got home in good order and fell to contemplating the task of turning the dour patch of grass I showed yesterday into a pleasant and attractive garden. Quite a daunting task if you don’t have faith in your transformation skills and the strength of growing things.
Just to reassure myself, I picked through photographs of the even more daunting patch back in 1999 that we turned into a truly beautiful catio garden, small but perfect. The new patch is larger but still small enough to achieve the kind of perfection we made back then.
The first catio, before
The first catio, after
We had to get rid of the grass and replace it with paving slabs, and more plants and planters came along, but the initial design worked, and stayed working. We’ll not make the mistake of using grass this time.
So, yes, it is a daunting prospect, but it’s something we can do. After all, we’ve done it before.