We’ve had a week where a few niggly things have gone wrong. Roger ran over a piece of metal by the back gate and damaged something to do with the blade. Another part ordered and fitted.
With excitement, we were due to have the sandblasting done this weekend on the lounge and hall walls, but on Friday night we found out the shop had let us down with the compressor. Oh well, not a problem, we had work to do on the broken beam in the barn. Mr Builder arrived with scaffolding and acrows this morning but on closer inspection found that the new plates that will hold it in place were too short. So off they went to get new ones, only to find fermé exceptionnel. Apparently there was a lot of swearing in the van as Mr Builder thought he’d let us down. Roll on next weekend and fingers crossed both jobs will get started and finished.
On a plus, we picked the last of the apples which were turned into compot and another crumble. Did loads in the garden. On Wednesday we went on a lovely 5 mile walk and met a lovely couple who kidnapped us (her words) for a cup of tea. Arrived at 4 and got home gone midnight.