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Fitting in

February 26, 2013 Leave a comment
The shed in its setting

The shed in its setting

The new shed blends in better than I expected.

The grey and dull brown of the pvc are somehow in harmony with the winter landscape.

I had a rough time of it yesterday: 4 and a half hours of standing in the freezing cold with my cough (I ended up losing my voice), trying to curb excesses of enthusiasm on the part of the blokes who gaily distributed and scattered packets of small pieces as soon as they’d despatched me to the house to fetch something.

One of them, not my usual mate, is apparently an engineer and he in particular was remarkably intuitive about the whole thing. But they did have to keep rushing ahead! It was a case of more haste less speed when we had to re-do things.

A female phlange on a door insert arrived broken, so Clive phoned this morning and asked for a replacement piece, but otherwise everything seems to have got here intact.

Shed pieces

Pieces left over

These 2 pieces were left over at the end last night as it was getting dark. Clive worked out what they were – stops for the door! I fitted them this afternoon.

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A hot water bottle

January 29, 2013 12 comments
Hot water bottle inside a furry cover

Hot water bottle inside a furry cover

Clive’s lymphatic fever has thankfully gone, but he’s still feeling cold at night so I’ve been getting him a hot water bottle.

Every time I do so, I find myself flooded with sensory recollections.

When we used to arrive at our holiday home in the winter as children, my mother used to prepare us each a ‘hottie’ as we called them. Other times as well, but it’s from those nights that I remember them best.

First there was the drill-like noise of water pouring from the kettle into the bottle, and the comforting smell of hot rubber.

Then a tiny clucking, gurgling sound as she squeezed the bottle to exclude the air.

I nursed my hottie all the way up the stairs.

It went into the bed before I did, creating a welcome warm patch.

I clutched it as a lifesaver before finally pushing it into the freezing depths of my bed with my feet, to lead the way.

In the morning it was useless; quite cold. But I woke up feeling as if I’d arrived in heaven.