Thursday, October 6, 2011
Farmhouse TLC .
Time for the rickety old farmhouse to receive some TLC. After the long hot summer and the flash flood the old building is showing signs of wear and tear. ' Subsidence ' says the mayor helpfully as he stops by to see what's been happening and have a glass of champagne .
Six months ago we'd asked the local builder to come along and repair various cracks in the facade and strengthen a portion of the garden wall which is leaning at a somewhat jaunty angle .Nothing more was heard of this builder despite bi-weekly " When will we see you ?" calls to his answer machine. Local tradesmen all seem to spend long sojourns in that special place where there is no mobile, or indeed any form of telephony . ' The font ' believes this special place is called a beach on the Seychelles .
So it was that yesterday morning a new construction crew arrived. Wilf is already very much taken with them. They all, without exception, chat to him and provide under chin tickles . Now that the formal introductions have been made Wilf has high hopes that they might be biscuit people. Maybe even Jaffa Cake people.
Eight o'clock at night and guess what ? The original builder shows up and says he's ready to start work tomorrow. He is sent politely away. Typical. Wilf doesn't even bother barking at him .