A surprisingly good egg
On
Tuesday a new bath is installed with the shower and shiny grey panels covering
our old uneven plaster. I hardly dare look as the hammering and electric
machinery are billowing out noise.
On
Wednesday the flooring and cupboards are fitted. We have no water but plenty of
music from a radio – I wonder why everyone does not use headphones these days.
Our house is not our own. We are all tiptoeing around each other.
On Thursday
there is water in the pipes and on Friday there is a modern towel rail installed
and at last the floor is cleared. But it is not all over yet. One part arrived damaged,
and another was the wrong colour. And so, we wait.
The
good news is that Mr T has mowed the lawn which is a sign that spring is well
on the way. We always say that the first mowing should be at Easter, so he is
on time.
And
another piece of good news is that Speckles the hen has started to lay again.
After years of being eggless she suddenly produced. She looked as surprised as
we were when we saw her Easter offering in a little scrape on the straw.
The post
boxes in the streets are also sporting new toppers for the time of year. I have
seen little knitted rabbits with eggs and chicks billowing on top of crocheted
grass.
Everything
is hopeful but amongst the sophisticated bathroom shine I do miss our old-fashioned
flower tiles and our foxglove colours.
(Taken from my column in the Shropshire Star)
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