46 Days to Go...

I managed to make it back to work today although only firing on about three cylinders.  Not made any easier by the fact that Mr Wiseman doesnt have a job to go to although he has plenty on his list at home!

John has spent today cutting the grass, visiting the tip, pruning what is left in the garden, sorting the garage, going through his million screwdrivers and his lucky box of screws, nails and things that 'just might come in handy' and which have moved with us about 3 times (a bit like the paprika in the kitchen cupboard!!  don't know what I mean then checkout the Michael McIntyre spice sketch available on YouTube now - and thanks to Linda for telling us about it at the weekend).

Dad managed to send us some photographs today about the progress on the Villa.  I have absolutely no idea what has been preventing him from sending emails to our home address - but it looks like there has been a general problem with some 'free' email addresses - ours being one.  We now have fully fitted Solar Panels which hopefully will provide us with many months worth of free hot water.  Thanks Dad for being our site manager on this job and for persevering and eventually getting them through.

You can see from the photograph that the eaves have been fully boxed in now - sorry birds there is now no way you can build your nests up there any longer.  We are just waiting for the wood to be stained and the outside of the buildings to be painted - in a colour called Biscuit.

This afternoon John was called upon to help a damsel in distress - Laura had collected a puncture when out visiting her horse Josef although on reflection she did mention the screw in the tyre sometime last week!  John sped off to South Barrow leaving me to come home on the bus.  Nothing strange about that except that I had gone to work without any keys as I had expected either a lift or for John to be at home.   I spent quite a while trying to throw the bolt on the garden gate but being vertically challenged this is nigh on impossible - having managed it - eventually - I got round the back of the house in the hopes that maybe, just maybe John had left the back door open but no joy.  I had to just sit it out for about half an hour.  Good job it was a lovely evening - if it had been raining he would have been dead.  One other thing - is a mobile phone called mobile so that you can have it with you at all times?  Then why is it when you need someone in an emergency their mobile phone is (a) being charged (b) on silent with no vibrate (c) in the car and they are not???

I cant complain too much though as he had been preparing tea when the SOS went out and so it was only a matter of minutes on his return when he served up chilli con carne and garlic bread and it was lovely, a tad on the spicey side and I will probably stink tomorrow but very nice all the same.

One last thing before I close...  Isn't it lovely how a small gesture can make you feel so great - not just the tea John cooked but the fact that I received the most lovely Get Well card from Lorna who had read on this blog that I had been unwell.  Thanks Lorna it was really kind of you xxx