Here today- looking not too bad considering the gardener disappeared over a month ago. Saint Mick mowed the lawn for me and he is on the last leg of the kitchen now. Then its Brian for the floor and one of his relatives for the windows. Meanwhile I have the plumbers. The constant 'brewing up' keeps me busy and today it is quite hazardous as we have five man holes and they are all open. I long to be straight again with all the extraneous rubbish disappeared.
Yesterday was weird - One of the plumbers/engineers - young Charles was left here whilst his mate drove down to Plymouth for a replacement camera. Suddenly I heard an unfamiliar rasping noise. Nothing to do with Charles - he was sitting disconsolately by one of the drains with his hood up waiting for his mate. As I walked in the direction of the unfamiliar sound I wondered what strange creatures may have been disturbed by all the probing and swooshing in drains almost a hundred years old. As I got nearer the source I found the sound - now increased in volume - came from the lions guarding the fountain. For some years it had been a delight - sparkling water gushing from the large pineapple at the top and from the noble lion's mouths. Then one day - some years back it gave up the ghost. Alastair said we would have to get an electrician to find where we had buried the pump
and repair it. For one reason and another this never happened and it seemed indulgent to use electricity so I could hear the sound of running water. One old friend said I had ideas above my station. I got Mick to make a hole in the basin to let rain water out and planned to fill it with stones - preferably brought from friends far and wide. I have all manner of stones from France(French son)to bonny Scotland (Kim).
Then the many wild flowers in the garden would seed themselves and it would be a natural delight.
I hadn't realised just how many stones it would take and so far no flowers appeared but a little stagnant moss.
I digress. I ran to get Mick and before he reached the fountain he said,
"That's your pump."
"It can't be - it hasn't worked for years."
"Well it's working now!"
Mick always knows what to do and he firmly switched the derelict switch off.
Alastair never was really sold on the fountain so I have quashed thoughts that I might fill it up with water - stones and all - and give it another go.
Best let it lie.
I should try Nina's idea of putting jasmine petals in a glass dish.u
Wish me luck - I'm going to give the lawn a go when I can reach the shed.