The imminent arrival of James the painter has prompted a bit of clearing out. Martyn has shifted a lot of stuff from the bookshelves in his study, and freecycled one of them. The corner cupboards from the sitooterie have just left for their new home, and we’ve passed on a screen, keyboard and mouse to a lady who’s hoping to build herself a computer. The local hospice shop has had three boxes of crockery, glass and ornaments, and we sent off another couple of boxes yesterday for the bric-à-brac stall at the village fête. I can’t quite bring myself to part with Ma’s willow pattern tea and dinner set, even though it hasn’t been unpacked since we moved here twelve years ago. Likewise, the parents’ wedding present tea set, practically unused, will stay a little longer. Thanks to some ruthless clearing out of kitchen cupboards by Management, we’ve made space for most of the contents of the corner cupboards, so no longer need to store stuff in the sitooterie. We’re already enjoying the free space.
Yesterday morning two big strong boys turned up to strip off some turf from a slope that was difficult to mow. Gardener Ben, a likeable Fifer, already works in a number of the neighbours’ gardens, so we’ve got to know him over the years. He really puts his back into it, and inside two hours, the pair of them had stripped about four square meters of turf, dug the bed over and added vast quantities of grit and muck (which we got from the allotment stores last weekend). Unfortunately, rain has delayed my re-planting efforts, but I’ve made a start, and should get a bit more done before we head south on Friday. For a rest.
No comments:
Post a Comment