Darren came around this morning to tidy up and tell me that he's not really able to do anything else until the man turns up with the big digger. I knew it was going to happen but I felt really low. So I took myself off to see a man about a second hand above-ground pool. Complete with all accessories, filter and chemicals for 50 euro. Bought it! Chris can put it all together when he comes in May. God bless the internet!
I then went to see someone who had given me a load of cardboard last week but she was out and by then I was cold, windswept and grumpy so I thought I had better eat. I went to a little restaurant that Chris and I sometimes use but the food was just OK and the service was the same, don't think I'll go there again. I had intended to go to the Laundrette again as I seem to have anther bag of smelly, muddy clothes but I couldn't face it so I went home, unloaded all the pool stuff and decided to have a cuppa and a sleep to make up for all the hours I've missed in the past couple of nights. I was just settling down when a chap arrives chez moi with a box. It's the plants I've ordered, which got here in double-quick time precipitating a crisis as they are rootballs and not in pots and the beds aren't ready and the soil is to heavy for me to lift. I dragged myself to 3 shops to try and buy small plant pots, just plastic or degradable ones and eventually found some in the fourth shop. So when I got home I opened up the house and got a bag of compost. I had intended to pot them in the house but it was freezing so I decided to do it in the caravan, white carpet or no white carpet. [Don't worry, Chris, the carpet hasn't actually been white for over 2 weeks]. I was just getting dragging a bag of compost from the house to the caravan when the phone rang and it was Jeremy who is the man with the big digger[!] who wanted to come and look at the job. I managed to get hold of Darren and let him know so he raced back from wherever while I kept Jeremy entertained in the meantime with fascinating stories of how I managed to find myself living in a freezing cold caravan etc etc.
Upshot is that Jeremy thinks he can do it at the beginning of next week so that means there won't be too much of a delay. Now all we've got to do is find out how much it's going to cost.
Returning to the plants, I realised that the pots I'd bought were too small so I hared off to the shop again, got there just before it closed to find that they don't have any bigger ones AT ALL. So I swallowed my resentment at living in this backwater and drove 25 kilometres to a garden centre where eventually I found some plastic plant pots. Yay! Drove 25 km back, made a jacket potato and sat looking at 22 very sad looking plants and a giant bag of compost which were together taking up almost the entire kitchen floor. Had a hissy fit and threw the bag of compost outside.
I looked at the long-term weather forecast. Apparently the sun is due to shine a week next Sunday. Honest! I think I'm going to go to bed. It's all getting too much for me.
Tomorrow's a new day and I need to sleep.
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