weekend before last, kim and i walking along the path to out plot and the conversation goes something like this:
kim: uh... where's our greenhouse ?
me: b*$$*£#s!
this weekend, in the FREEZING COLD and with a heavy sense that it could all be too late, we set about unfolding the 'parts that were formerly a greenhouse'
we lifted and re-errected it on next door's plot ... not looking too bad, only the roof part had become detached
here's mark, or as he shall now be known - 'supermark' carefully measuring and cutting timber for the base
spilling blood in the process
though it didn't stop him for a second
mark, ashley and colin were all astonishingly brilliant while kim and i mostly stood around holding bits of frame, passing spanners, offering words of encouragement and (me) complaining about the cold.
and then finally, as if by magic, it was all fixed and beautiful.
oh and i mustn't forget to introduce our new neighbours, this is the very beautiful ella (who will sit for a biscuit)
having walked the thing from bekesbourne it just would have been to sad to have let it fail. next stop fitting the glass.
thanks you guys, you rock.
thanks you guys, you rock.
oh and i mustn't forget to introduce our new neighbours, this is the very beautiful ella (who will sit for a biscuit)