Timing is everything, isn't it?
We got back early on Sunday morning from a night at S & C's new home. £300k+ and with a conservatory which has two 'porthole' windows made out of washing machine doors. I kid you not.
I must have missed the makeover programme that inspired the previous owner to instal those. That, and the
other 10 gazillion makeover programmes...
So while we waited for the outside temperature to catch up with the beautiful, azure blue sky (marred only by the aircraft vapour trails pebble-dashing it) - more bedroom re-decoration. It hasn't, but it seems to be taking forever.
Then a welcome few hours in the garden, mowing etc. etc. Nice to be outside for a change. And just, literally, as I put the match to the barbecue, it started to rain.
Perfect timing.
My fishing brolly once again smells like bacon.
# posted by Mr.D. @ 8:35 AM
Drinking and Driving (but clearly not simultaneously)
