There is a wonderful hush hanging over the faux-country (oh OK, suburbia) as I type – the kind of hush where you can hear the blackbirds singing & the purring of the KC as she finally sleeps deeply with her ears down. The kind of hush that can only be fully appreciated at the end of 3 weeks of drilling, hammering, banging & cement mixing. It’s all done. Finito. No more making 8 cups of tea a day, no more running out of sugar (how these guys aren’t diabetic is beyond me – 3 sugars??) Yes, today the patio was finally finished & so we had a “let’s go with a bang” day as the people next door carried on with their extension (drilling thru’ breezeblock) and to add to the chaos we finally had the oaks “trimmed" by men climbing all over them with chainsaws and all the bark & twigs got chipped mechanically in the front garden. It was so loud the KC even sat next to me on the sofa for an hour (obviously in the hope my bulk would buffer her from the din) and I had to put the subtitles on when watching Neighbours. Quite. But we now have a stunningly beautiful York stone patio (complete with fossil bits – see our lovely leaf fossil!) & 2 very smart trees. Yes all that is lovely. However as a result of 3 weeks of having everything piled onto it & bearing the brunt of boots & rain & cement mixers, the front half of the lawn of course is destroyed ... in fact it's best described as a mud flat. .... next?
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