the adlards

We met Mark, Sarah and Elspeth for brunch yesterday at the Waterend Barn on their way through to Sussex. It was fun to see them and the brunch was good. Josie obviously heard us planning to give her some of mine rather than ordering food for her, because no sooner had mine arrived than she dashed around the table and puked orange juice over the beans and toast. Very effective, as it turned out. She got the rest of it while I got a new one.

We came home to find the deck-man finishing his final tidy up before putting the last fence panel in (the only way to access our garden is through the house or across the neighbour’s garden). She’d very kindly let us cross her garden. I thought it would be wise to start work on the living room floor while he was still around just in case I needed some advice. I tore up half the carpet to find a crack of frightening proportions running the length of the room. If you’d read “The Mystery of the Disappearing Floor” when you were an impressionable kid you would have been scared too. I sought advice (material not psychological) and instead of merrily laying tiles throughout, have widened the crack – all the time fearing a plunge into the garage below, brushed it out and filled it with mortar. Michelle and I laid the first fifty tiles last night, and have made quite a bit of progress on the rest so far today. All the time avoiding the crack, which needs to dry out … I believe most crack trouble has to do with damp.

Some picks of brunch and work in progress in the gallery.

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