Yesterday, I missed posting. I didn’t mean to, and I wasn’t particularly busy but I didn’t do it in the morning because I had other things to do, and I didn’t do it in the afternoon because I had other things to do. In the evening I fell asleep in front of the TV, snoozed in front of the TV and, on waking, misread the clock as 10pm (“plenty of time”) and, after making a cup of tea, found it was  midnight.

And that was how it happened.

On the plus side, the man doing our garage doors got all the old paint off and undercoat applied. It’s 8.14 now and he’s back for a second day, putting the top coat on. He’s a good worker and does a good job.  He also restores my faith in human nature, doing a good day’s work for a fair price and showing there are still decent tradesmen about. I was beginning to doubt this after our initial experiences in the bungalow.

Julia is now calling me through for breakfast, but I will be back afterwards to ensure this post is published before I forget and do something else.

9.40. A leisurely breakfast and then a discussion on other jobs that need doing around the place . . .

When Mum and Dad moved in they spent what seemed like a lot of time and money on the place, but that was over 20 years ago. We seemed to spend a lot of money on maintenance while we were renting it out to pay for Dad’s care fees, but my sister arranged that through the letting agent. They used a builder they used for all sorts of work, who was the one we originally used when we moved in.

 

He was, as you may recall, expensive and we have had to have most of his work redone. The agents, meanwhile were just parasites who did very little for their monthly payments.

I just wiped 150 words out because I was starting to sound like an old-fashioned rack-renting moustachio twirling landlord. I’ll just say that the tenant fitted into the group quite nicely.

Rant averted.

Photos are some Julia took a few years ago. It was 2002 according to the date on the email. I must have forgotten to use them. They were on the farm where we used to stop for ice cream on the way to Llandudno. I will find the name for next time I use some of the photos (I have a few in reserve)