It rained all day yesterday and for most of the morning today so Graham has turned his attention to his rejuvenation of the hardwood stair that leads from the living level to the bedrooms and bath. Leastways, it’s a hardwood stair now that the very last bit of horrid green carpet has been stripped away. Can you imagine covering a beautiful hardwood stair with a smelly old carpet? There’s no accounting for taste, and absolutely no profit in exploring the total lack of it.
Tomorrow it promises to be sunny all day so I think the plan may well be to finish off digging over the front lawn prior to levelling, grading, and laying turf over all. There are two grades of turf commonly available here. First is ‘sea washed’ Cumberland. This is the finest English lawn around, like you’d get in the gardens of a stately home where no-one would have the nerve to walk on it. Ever. The second is a more practical ‘sports field’ variety, capable of withstanding a fair amount of wear and yet still looking pretty smart if it’s tended properly. We’ll be going for the latter.
Mind you, if his mother calls, he may have to take the day off from the works. Mother duty is more important than a patch of grass, even I can see that.
Me, I’m improving. It’s doubtless my imagination but I’m sure I’m feeling a boost from the geriatric’s vitamin pill I popped yesterday evening. And if I feel that way then who’s to say I’m wrong?
Oh, and the peacocks are calling from the hillside, a large white gull is circling overhead in a pellucid blue sky, and all’s well with my world. Again. That’s one repetition I really don’t mind.