Just love a building site for a garden, eh?
Monday morning. 7 o’clock. One hour before the kitchen was completely dismantled, children dispatched to school, animals fed and watered and computer turned on. Best not to panic. Just make tea, shower and apply lippy in case Keanu Reeves is moonlighting as a brickie, doing the school run or walking his dogs in the local woods. If I’m lucky the plumber would finally turn up- I'd cleared out my wardrobe for him three days previously as he needed to access the ensuite bathroom pipes in there. I could have used it as a time to sort and chuck out, whilst listening to any of the three radios from the builders that were blaring out around the house but instead I retreated to the only room left that was untouched by dusty hands – the bathroom. Sitting on the floor in there reading the paper with a coffee smacks of desperation, fortunately the roofers couldn't see me and if I plugged into my iPod, I wouldn't be able to hear them.
The previous week I performed Strictly-Come-Car-Dancing with the portaloo maintenance man who although friendly, unfortunately didn't resemble Keanu at all. I had become pretty adept at manoeuvring around the various tradesmen’s vehicles in our efforts to jostle for position on the lawn, but this was a first. All that was missing was the judges and Bruce to rate our moves. The portaloo had remained determinedly resolute throughout all the chaos. Skips may come and go, lorries dump and run but the ‘turdis’ has stood proudly on the drive, taking it all its stride in its effort to perform a vital service, even when it was abused by rubble battering at its side. Even during a lull in the building works when I dared to question the merits of its presence and there was a hint that it might be made redundant, it weathered the storm stoically. Now, after car dancing with its carer I know its needs are being met and it is fit for purpose.
Sadly Keanu was busy that day as well as I didn’t meet him on my way to the bank but I always feel that if I have my lippy on - I have hope.
Teresa x
The previous week I performed Strictly-Come-Car-Dancing with the portaloo maintenance man who although friendly, unfortunately didn't resemble Keanu at all. I had become pretty adept at manoeuvring around the various tradesmen’s vehicles in our efforts to jostle for position on the lawn, but this was a first. All that was missing was the judges and Bruce to rate our moves. The portaloo had remained determinedly resolute throughout all the chaos. Skips may come and go, lorries dump and run but the ‘turdis’ has stood proudly on the drive, taking it all its stride in its effort to perform a vital service, even when it was abused by rubble battering at its side. Even during a lull in the building works when I dared to question the merits of its presence and there was a hint that it might be made redundant, it weathered the storm stoically. Now, after car dancing with its carer I know its needs are being met and it is fit for purpose.
Sadly Keanu was busy that day as well as I didn’t meet him on my way to the bank but I always feel that if I have my lippy on - I have hope.
Teresa x
