elbow grease or "if something's worth doing

well, it's worth doing properly"

sometimes I curse my mother and her PWE (and no, that's not her. . .) (but it would be a good resemblance of her Victorian matron aspect) (they have a lot to answer for, those Victorians): why is it that. . .

a little hoovering (or Henrying, in my case) turns into a major spring clean? a little dusting (E-Clothing, in my case) turns into window washing and door wiping and knocker polishing?a little weeding (mainly dandelioning, in my case) turns into a garden renovation project?
I'll bet that Lutyens never had this problem. . .

. . .on the other hand, as I weeded the front strip (actually, I can't really call it a garden at all - it's a brick wall - a brick wall that is falling apart - with a space for weeds in the middle of the top), the mounted police clip-clopped past on their daily meander thru the back streets of SWsomewhereorother (the stables are around the corner, apparently) and said they were looking forward to seeing the results of my work in due course - a riot of colour in this case, as opposed to the riots they usually come across - (I was planting seeds at the time) (nasturtium); an elderly man walked past, said hello, and eventually walked back again and said hello again; three people left the house opposite, separately; the guy who lives in the house next to the house opposite nodded at me; three sets of neighbours walked past, pushing strollers with babies and herding toddlers on scooters in various appropriate directions (home, I'd guess, given the screaming coming from the babies); the sun came out in the west and dark clouds that had been forming overhead blew to the east
and there, in the sky, a rainbow appeared above me. . .

all's well that ends well, as they say

15 comments:

Dave said...

:-)

ziGGi said...

we drove passed where you used to live in Shropshire (so Himself said) today :)

Mel said...

And I left early to do some 'stuff' that needed done. One neighbor waved. Probably wondering how long before I size up the asparagus in his garden. (not that I've noticed that it's up.....)

Thinkin' with all that work done, you oughta sleep really, really well.

Hey!! Maybe Dave can fix up that wall for ya!
Just sayin'......

Christopher said...

Quite understand. It's not easy to deny one's genes. Who is the old lady, in fact?

Dave said...

Dave: travelling DIY.

Mel said...

Thinkin' about bricks on the patio--how far does Dave travel?

Dave said...

Pay my travel expenses and I'll go a long way.

I, Like The View said...

hey!

wow

now thayt's a thought

I, Like The View said...

(such a thought I even made a typo in my excitement)

I, Like The View said...

ok. . . *gets thoughts in order*

the thing about the front wall is a statement of fact, not a hint. . .

the guy next door had his broken wall replaced with railing (like the other next door house) and it cost him £4K - I probably can't even afford new bricks, let alone Dave's expenses. . . so it's going to have to be a patch and mend job (you know, dig out the old grouting and fill in the gaps and repaint). . .

. . . but as I said, it wasn't a hint (Dave coming to do my DIY hadn't even occurred to me actually, but there are all sorts of jobs around the house that need a man's manly touch)

Christopher why! it's Getrude, of course (weren't there anough hints in the text!)

Mel fresh asparagus - yum!

ZiggZ Much Wenlock, Brosely or the small hamlet of Posenhall, where I lived in The Old Smithy. . . I should try and google street view it

(-:

Dave (-:

Dave said...

I'm clearly going to spend my retirement travelling around the world, my pack on my back, doing DIY jobs.

Not a bad life. I think that's my blog-post for tomorrow sorted. :-)

Spadoman said...

When I first started to read about how you turn molehills into mountains when it comes to doing chores, I thought, "From the sublime to the ridiculous is but a short leap"
I used to have a handyman business. It was called Joe Spado Maintenance Service. You could call, I'd come out and give you an estimate of how much it would cost to fix the wall, flirt with you a bit, then go do some work someplace else.
That old lady looks big and stroing enough to be manly for any chore. Have her fix the wall!

Peace.

I, Like The View said...

man she is the very famous Gertrude Jekyll, gardener extraordinaire. . .

I'm sure she would have been very helpful

as for the rest of my day, I might have misrepresented the case somewhat

artistic license and all that

*blushes*

(but I did hoover, dust, mop, clean windows and doors - well, a door - weed and plant seeds)

Dave wandering the world is with a knapsack on your back is a very different proposition to driving down a motorway to the big smoke

Dave said...

I'd travel by train to the Big City.

mig said...

What, all in one day? Oh I just got the artisitic licence bit.
Even so, Coo! Sounds like Spring is bursting out in The Smoke.