The fish are doing so much better but we're battling still to get our pH and other chemical elements more deftly aligned with the colour scale at the aquarium so we can introduce a third. To date are graced with Mr X, the stalwart, and Sunny the lemon comet, both of whom are frisky and happy and thriving. Such good news after the extended chain of tragedy discussed in previous entries.
The garden remains in a state of flux, awaiting the next round of works. Mum recently arranged a quote from a fine fellow called Sam, about whom Mum had good vibes. I didn't meet him, so my vibes do not come into play in this instance. His task is to removed the dilapidated chook shed, grind out, by hand, the stumps from the trees removed a few months ago, help us plan a garden, including veggie patch, remove the rubbish and maintain the lawns on a regular and ongoing basis.
I want to develop a vision for the garden. But am incredibly inexperienced and wholly clueless. So until I drift off this is where I hope my attention will settle for today.
I still have one more Malm drawer unit to assemble before the furniture element of my bedroom is completed. My foggy brain has put a halt to any interactions with flatpack. Rather than my extensive experience giving me the confidence to proceed equipped with just one functioning brain cell, my self-preservation and mental health alert system has warned me to steer clear until a few more synapses are firing. By next weekend we would hope this would be the case.
There were a couple of other incidentals requiring attention this week. Milo's first themed party last Sunday: Toby's pirate party. We considered an eyepatch to be an integral component of the costumery until we saw the beard.
And finally, the man came to complete the pool fence. Complete? you ask. Yes, complete, I confirm.
About a month ago, the glass fence man arrived to remove our unsightly, rusty pool fence and gate and replace it with the new and improved minimal version.
He got to work quickly, cutting out the badness and with a little bit of help from moi commenced fitting the new panels. All good. Very happy.
And then, a curve ball: he advised he wouldn't be able to finish the job because the factory had given one of our panels to another customer, and we were one panel short.
Many questions ensued. Why did you start if you couldn't finish? How long for the next panel? What am I going to do with a party of small children due here next weekend for a party?
It would be around 3 weeks or so before it could be complete, so after a little urging the company agreed to come back in a few days and fit a timber panel to at least make the pool area safe in the interim.
|The giant piniata, the birthday boy, his wife and Milo. |
Note panel just visible behind the wing of the chair next to Jane's elbow.
Eventually the pool fence was finished.
|Mental note: do something with that stupid hose.|
And the timber panel was recycled into a pin board which I just have to work out how to fix to the plaster wall in the corridor outside Milo's and My bedrooms. It's bloody heavy.
So back to the garden I go, at least in my head. First task, map it out.