… on a photo opportunity, Strawberry Moose tagged himself along to Gilles’ barbecue this evening.
Of course he made plenty of friends, mostly of young ladies of the female sex, and was even taking part in the “jumping off the wall” game – to match the games of “hide and seek” that he played with students of Hatfield University the other week.
As for my part, I don’t “do” social stuff but I force myself to go out – otherwise I’d never ever do anything.
Terry and Liz are good company as are Bill and Gilles. Rebecca’s mum is quite nice to talk to too, but after a while I long for the peace and quiet of my own four walls such as they are.
And talking of walls, I started the pointing today. Followers of my ravings from previous incarnations will know that my cementing is total carp, and so I didn’t expect much from my efforts at pointing. But even though my technique improved dramatically, my target of Monday afternoon for this is hopelessly optimistic.
There are holes in the existing cementing big enough to put your hand in and god knows what kind of livestock is lurking in there. One hole swallowed up an entire bucket of cement so after that I resorted to filling the big holes with gravel and then cementing them in, to bind everything together. I was interrupted by a rainstorm too at 17:30.
It’s just as well that I’m pointing the wall as it is in desperate straights but finished by Monday? Not a chance.
