While I’ve been melodramatic about finding the compost bucket under the sink and scrubbing off the remains of a dozen missed potato peels, Ian has been labouring away at the nastiest of jobs.
Having moved all the salvaged wood from the tree cutting to the pool room, he turned his energies to cleaning out the utility room. The cobwebs there are like a layer of webbing across the roof. You don’t see them. They just change the dimensions of the roof.
He dealt with them all. Sadly, even my dead spider Norman has been dealt with, but for his heroic work I can forgive him the loss of Norman. And now he’s sprayed for woodworm. And he has plans for spraying for wet rot.
And he even got the wood burner going. It works. We know where we will all be huddling this winter.
2 comments:
I am so happy to be here on this blog. I love the topic, the pictures, your voice, and your writing. So far most delighted by Oriana falling through the wall into a secret passage. Congrats, Jessica. So wonderful. I am grateful for this window...
Now you must come and let her take you to the secret passage herself... fortunately it means she's now decided it's scary so it won't be her bedroom... which works out well as we'd chosen that particular dodgy decor for ourselves.
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