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We have experienced an intermittently leaky kitchen extension roof since we arrived here. The amount of infiltration has depended upon the wind direction rather than the quantity of precipitation. One person has already allegedly repaired it – not very effectively.
Sid, a very personable extra pair of hands, has joined Aaron in AP Maintenance. Today he mixed up cement and mended the roof properly.
Aaron pruned a straggly climbing rose, and cleared more of the West Bed including stripping dead and intrusive growth from another palm, and sawing off an exposed tree stump we hadn’t known was there. When I told him that Sid had spotted a cracked tile and asked if we had any more, and I had replied that we had, but I would need to ask Jackie where they were, Aaron gave her yet another title. “The Maintenance Department”, said our friend, who knows the score.
Just to show willing, I assisted The Head Gardener in her general maintenance tasks this afternoon by occupying myself dead-heading.
This is, of course, the season for showy dahlias
bright, bushy, chrysanthemums,
and snaking nasturtiums;
but I am surprised to see honeysuckle rising again in both back and front gardens.
and begonias cling on to life;
and fuchsias like Mrs Popple dangle away.
We have some multicoloured Rudbeckia;
the aptly named salvia Hot Lips;
and long-lived cosmoses.
The apparently everlasting For Your Eyes Only keeps company in the Rose Garden with
fresh flushes of Love Knot,
and Mamma Mia.
The Small White butterflies are still enjoying the verbena bonarensis,
and bees still gather pollen provided by such as this clematis.
This evening we returned to the Turfcutter’s Arms
for a roast pork dinner. Jackie drank Peroni and enjoyed a chocolate sponge dessert with ice cream; my choices were Ringwood’s Best and fruit crumble with custard.