I’m hearing this a lot lately, and so is Hubby.
We are yet to do the other two portholes with our picture frame fix and these will be given priority tomorrow.
Our reason for delay was not laziness or lack of tools, but the weather. We wanted to see what the first one looked like after another cold night in case we had to do some modifications, and well, quite honestly, until last night, we hadn’t had one.
Temperatures went down to minus 2 last night, and when we woke up this morning, our round window frames were wet.
Luckily, nothing had dripped onto the bedding thanks to my inspired elephant bum roll ‘hammock’ stuck under the frame with white tac, but it is a problem that now has to be addressed. Despite our frosting of the glass, a question of night-time covering has also become apparent as true to form, we have a light outside our bedroom window.
(Every house we have owned has had a lamp post outside, even the cottage, although that one was behind a tree, but it was outside our window just the same. This time, the light is from a pontoon pillar.)
Our round cake boards are ideal for the portholes in the warmer months, but obviously covering the hole with a sealed frame means we can’t use them, so have to make curtains.
We hit on the idea of going into a charity shop to see if we could find something suitable we could use for the job, intending to use net curtain wire, hooks and eyes to hang them.
Being the dog charity where we had taken a lot of our stuff on arrival here, Maggie could come in too.
All five shop assistants practically fell over themselves to fuss her and give her treats, and all five were gobsmacked at her age as they thought she was still a puppy.
Because of her size, she still looks young, and at this time of year we avoid leaving her alone in the car following thefts of young dogs for puppy breeding farms. These days, she is with at least one of us 24/7, which is probably the main reason she’s settled so well and so quickly into our change of lifestyle.
Sadly, they didn’t have anything for us, though Maggie would have been happy to stay and sniff out exactly where all the biscuits were coming from.
Crossing the road, Hubby went into one of the cheap discount stores for the wire and fixings, and got a couple of bags of treats for her while he was at it.
As I sat on the bench outside, two women approached me and started a conversation about Maggie’s breed, guessing correctly that she was a springer spaniel cross collie.
We were chatting for about ten minutes, by which time Maggie had won them round too and she was offered a piece of pasty out of the paper bag that was intriguing her so much.When they asked me how old she was and I said she’d be 10 next month, in true Victor Meldrew (UK sitcom ‘One Foot in the Grave’ starring Richard Wilson and Annette Crosbie) fashion they both exclaimed ‘I don’t believe it!’
They too had thought she was only about a year old.
Wish we aged that well!