Sunday March 2, 2008
We had great fun yesterday fetching fixings for the fence repair and then doing the job. I suggested we ask our neighbour for a hand and, being fair, he volunteered to do so.
Graham however poured scorn on the idea saying it was a minor job he’d enjoy doing himself.
“You’re becoming quite the big hammer man, aren’t you,” I said.
“Don’t know what you mean. Pass me another couple of nails, would you?”
The job got done in quick order and that section of fence is now stronger than the rest. The original installers had used nails that were too short for the job.
“Perishin’ jerry builders,” Graham said, replacing his hammer and power screw driver in their cases.
“They probably didn’t have the benefit of proper tea,” I said.
“Funny you should mention that. Any chance of a cuppa?”
So, anyway, it’s still windy, though not at storm level. The sun shines, the sky is blue, and Spring seems still to be springing out all over.
Graham has deferred his visit to Wales by one day, leaving on Tuesday and returning before the weekend. He wants to be here tomorrow to meet with the agent and sort out the question of photographs on the details once and for all. We seem always to have problems with house details. I suspect it may be that we’re rather more finicky than most. I’m grateful for Graham’s support on this; I’ve not been feeling as much in control of the agent as I prefer to be and it was making me rather fluttery and insecure.
One of the agent’s photographs in particular, of the front of the house, we did not like at all, being all dull and dismal. So this morning when the sun came out we took our own which we’ll pass on to the agent. There’s no way I’d want to do the rest of the agent’s job but when it comes to prose and pictures I do most definitely have my own standards.