Wind, Rain, Vaccines and a Shed From Next Door — The Week That Tried Its Best
One of Those Weeks Again Right then. Where do I even start. You know the ones. The weeks where everything wants to happen but the world has other ideas. The greenhouse is sitting there in her boxes, the base is ready, I am ready, and yet — here we are. Still waiting. Still drinking tea and watching the weather like a man who has personally offended it. Let me take you through it. The Weekend Saturday as usual was baking day. That's the rhythm of this house and I wouldn't change it. Sara does what Sara does and the house smells wonderful and that's that. Sunday I did the dinner — by choice I will add, before anyone starts feeling sorry for me — and a proper Sunday dinner it was too. But after dinner I had a job that needed doing before that greenhouse goes anywhere near that base. The slabs at the back needed moving and relaying. Now this sounds simple and in principle it is simple. In practice it involves a 60 year old man crouching, shuffling, lifting, muttering, a...
