I had the strangest dream. There was this top secret lake of high quality black oil under North Africa. Enormous, it was, perhaps five thousand miles long, and constantly replenished by great silent ‘water’ falls of slick oil. I was President Obama’s agent for the security of the lake and it was under attack by…
And then I woke up, swiftly to forget the detail. I do remember that President Obama was a really nice, understanding guy, though.
So, shaved and showered and off to Swansea for a DIY and provisioning shop. Graham bought a bloke’s workshop vacuum cleaner for himself, to take the load off of the domestic cylinder model that’s superb but can’t handle concrete dust.
The hall floor is coming along nicely, all the cork laid and looking superb. And the feel underfoot is so cosy, quiet and comfortable, and clean!
Cork tiling -- all finished
The next phase is to refinish the wood trim, and then redecorate. Then, sea grass on the steps and on to the upper hall. The timber doors will need refinishing–they’ve been savagely abused about during the twenty-five to thirty years of their lives and they now stand in need of a bit of TLC.
We’re happy with progress. Graham is working to the highest standard he knows, and taking the job slow but sure. This place is going to look like a Conran survival from the 1960′s, I suspect.
Not a not else to report. I had sausage and egg inna bun for my morning snack while Graham was in the big DIY store, and roquefort and a crispy crunchy baguette for lunch. It’s Friday. Fish day for us this evening.
