Rainy Day Garden Jobs: What to Do When You Can't Get on the Plot
There are two kinds of knock on the door in our house. There’s the kind that means one of the children has arrived home or a child has come to visit. On Tuesday morning I got one I wasn’t expecting at all. It was the plasterers. Yes, those plasterers. The elusive ones. The ones I’ve been writing about for so long that regular readers probably think I made them up. I’d stopped believing in them, if I’m honest. I’d got to the stage where I thought they were like the Loch Ness Monster, much talked about and never seen. And there they were on the doorstep at half past eight, smiling, with buckets. “Morning,” said the one at the front. “We are here to do the ceiling” Well, I could’ve kissed him. I didn’t, because he was carrying a mixing paddle and I wasn’t sure which way he’d swing it. The Great Kitchen Evacuation, Part Two Now, you’ll remember we’ve emptied that kitchen once before, and I swore on my father’s trowel that I’d never do it again. But when the plasterers turn up, y...
