There we are then, another Bank Holiday under the Coronovirus restrictions done and dusted. It's a shame we couldn't just carry them forward, like unused holiday until this is all over and actually make use of the time. We could have just cracked on working and then added the extra days to Christmas as a big well done and thank you to the key workers who have kept the country running. It is what it is though and whilst I've not been up to anything interesting or special this weekend I have been busy. As I hinted at last week I've been trying to avoid tackling a couple of jobs on the van, mostly under the pretence of being too busy, but more honestly through fear of the work involved and of opening a Pandora's box of other issues. However, with the allotment petty much planted up, the fruit cage finished, the garage tidied up and the gardens looking after themselves for a few days, I'd finally run out of other jobs to do, so thought I'd better crack on. Actually, that's a total lie, I've not run out of other jobs, I've still got another million things I need to do and another lifetimes worth of things I'd like to do if I had the time, which I haven't. It's more a case that working on the Van needs some reasonable weather (It's no use trying to work in the rain) and I wanted to get this job out of the way in case they slacken the restrictions any more and I can actually make use of the thing. To that end then I've spent most of my Bank holiday laying on my back, under the van applying underseal and making a start on sorting out a few rust spots that are starting to develop. At the end of the day it's a 12 year old van so it's not surprising that it's starting to get a bit tired, but if I can get another couple of years out of it thanks to a bit of timely and judicious preventative maintenance it will have been time well spent. I can't think of many more horrible jobs though; There's a million and one things under the van to bang our elbows on, there's not much room, your laying on your back so all the drips, dust and rust particles go in your face and it's horrible gooey sticky stuff to apply in the first place! All great fun, and like most things incredibly satisfying when you can stand back and admire your handy work. Except it's under the van, so unless you want to lay on your back it's impossible to admire your handy work and it's never going to see the light of day again! Despite having had to wash my hair in washing up liquid, scrub my face with a scrubbing brush, and struggling to get out of bed this morning, I know it's a job well done so I'm happy! In other news, I'm glad I managed to get a couple of pictures of the roses in the front garden on Thursday morning. The "Old Cheese" bought me 5 small plants for my birthday a few years ago and it's taken a while for them to get established enough to look really good.
I say a few years, it must be about 3 or 4 years now, but every morning when I look out the window it makes me think of her. Four years of nurturing to reach full potential and then 1 day for the howling gale that's torn through the front garden for most of the weekend to undo all that work. Stupid weather, I don't know why we bother sometimes.
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Paul PerrattOld enough to know better, young enough to still feel invincible, stupid enough to keep on trying the same thing again and again. Cyclist, Gardener, Runner, Hiker, Cook, Woodworker, Engineer, Jack of all trades and master of none, Anti social old git and all round miserable bugger. Archives
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