Somewhat assuaged by the merry tinkle of the water fountain and the joyful chirping of sweeter birdsong, but neither by the drone of bees nor of power tools nor of overhead aircraft, my dead heading this morning focussed on the prolific plants resident in the rose garden desperate for a haircut.
Longer term readers will remember that we converted our garage into a library, part of which became a utility room which possessed one strip light which has spent years annoyingly flickering on and off
requiring supplements of trailing sockets draped, dangling, everywhere like lametta lacking sparkle.
Today, Ben Renouf, of Abre Electrical provided us with a safer, less unsightly arrangement. Beginning with replacing a double switch that had served both the strip light and outside lights around the house, with a single one for the outside and moving the double to the other side of the kitchen door and serving
two new strips – one newly fitted for library and one the new utility room replacement.
New sockets are now in place in the utility room and on the wall outside the kitchen.
Ben worked steadily, efficiently and finished the task first thing this afternoon.
It remained for me to remove all the extraneous gubbins, pile them onto the library table, and wonder what to do with them.
This evening we dined on roast chicken and duck pieces; crisp roast potatoes, some of which were soft and sweet; crunchy carrots; firm Brussels sprouts; tender green beans, and tasty gravy, with which Jackie drank Rueda Blume 2021, and I drank more of the Malbec.
