Spotty Monsta must have been out on the town. She does sleep in the strangest places.
I finally got the roof finished on the deck today. Spring sprang with such promise a month ago, but then went off to have a small break in the Bahamas leaving Sydney dull and wet and curtailing my handymanness (I'm sure it's a word, I think I heard the Queen use it once). Today, however, turned out lovely, and while I used angle grinders and drills on the last few bits of the roof, the rest of the suburb frantically mowed, edged and blew their front lawns to kingdom come lest the rain return before they had achieved their coiffed lawn goals . It was a cacophony of industrious two stroke insanity.
On Saturday I went to my Nana's house in Cheltenham. She is 95. I am always a little in awe to be in the presence of someone who went to school in a pony and trap. My mum always told me to beware of traps, but it didn't seem to do Nana any harm.
Nana was old school. She had a show garden long before there were lifestyle shows on television, (or television itself for that matter) and it was a beauty. Nowadays it is well past its prime on account of her age and almost complete blindness, but still holds some remnants of its former glory, like the ruins of a Roman villa. I did some weeding in the rockery, and helped Dad to remove a television aerial and its attendant guy ropes as they had cracked some roof tiles and caused a leak.
Tiles replaced and all else done I walked around and took photos of the garden that holds so many happy memories for me, knowing that one day it would pass into other hands.