"Your grass is burnt" advised the gardener who had just mown said grass. "You need to give it a good hosing." No problem. Except there is no hose chez-moi. No problem. One is easily bought, together with the relevant universal tap fitting. It looks like a snake.Nice man in shop puts the fittings on for me. So now all that remains is fixing this to the kitchen tap and carefully leading the snake through the conservatory to the garden. Turn on tap. Water skooshes everywhere. Try tightening the fitting. Pace of skooshing slows whilst ensuring the water floods the sink top, the kitchen floor, the ornamental glass table in the conservatory and the floors. Fitting might be universal but my tap belongs to a different, alien universe. Now mopped up, the snake has been relegated to the grass bin and old faithful, the red watering can has come into its own. Yet again. (Whilst all this is going on, good friend phones to tell me to watch BBC2 to enjoy the Rachmaninoff concert. Try telling him about the flood. Totally disinterested, he made no comforting comment, just repeated the channel, said the pianist was blind and that I was to watch. As it happens, this beautiful music is having a soothing effect which will now be joined by a cup of milky coffee....Oh, and a delicious biscuit! Or two...
Posted on: Fri, 19 Jul 2013 18:59:16 +0000
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