In the pink

I’m feeling very blessed this evening. We’ve had a carpenter and his mate here all day, doing a host of jobs that have been outstanding for some time. 

Our oak front door was taken off its hinges (two man job because it’s so heavy) and some alterations were made to allow us to use the deadlock once again. Our back garden gatepost was re-sited in a concrete base to give it more strength. Other doors around the house needed new brass handles to replace ones where the internal springs had seized up. Yet another door (a loo door) was binding at the top, threatening to trap us inside one day. All these problems have now been expertly dealt with, and it’s such a good feeling.

On top of that, the wonderful Steve came to tidy up the garden, and one of the jobs he did was to plant these two heathers, which were a gift from The Traveller and his girlfriend. They bought them at a charity fair last weekend and I think they look great next to the other tubs on the corner of the terrace.