Yesterday evening I attempted a first. That is to watch a whole episode of Agatha Christie’s ‘Marple’ on catch up TV without falling asleep. Finally descending into a Firs gawp, I failed.
Aaron and I spent the best part of today transporting the paving bricks from 
Old Milton
to our garden.
The weight of the loads meant we had to make three trips in Aaron’s van. We operated like a mini fire bucket chain. At the donor’s home I handed the bricks to Aaron as he loaded his van, and we reversed the process at the other end. As we got deeper into the vehicle Aaron climbed inside and pushed the contents across to me, then we both piled them up. We had the distinct impression that, by the time we had finished, the quantity of bricks had multiplied. I used muscles I had forgotten I possessed.
This afternoon’s ‘Marple’ started at 5 p.m. I believe my eyelids may have taken a momentary rest during the adverts, but otherwise I managed to watch the whole episode.
This evening we dined on gammon, mashed potato, piquant cauliflower cheese, and crisp carrots and cabbage. Jackie drank Hoegarden.My choice was Chateau Saint Pierre Lussac Saint-Emilion 2012.
I know just want to mean, “muscles I had forgotten:)
Strangely enough Elena – these were in my hands – constantly gripping the bricks
I love that show. Netflix has a couple seasons of George Gently that I just finished watching… I really like that one too.
That large pile of bricks looks like an energetic task!
Sure was – I read the advert as 70 – I was a bit surprised when it turned out to be 700+
HA! A lot of work to move them initially but they’ll no doubt prove useful in various garden projects now.
I can never work out the murderer!
Who can?
Ha!