It is 7.30pm and here l sit in my pjs in front of the fire with a glass of wine and my trusty laptop on my knee.Why so early in the evening for the pj fashion, well quite simple really – l am well and truly knackered. I have just had the hottest, deepest and bubbliest bath in an attempt to ease my aches and scrub the muck off my hands. Yes dear reader, l have had a busy day…..
Out here in the heart of the Ayrshire countryside we are great beleivers in the old bartering system for getting things done. Today l had a delivery of 2 tonnes of logs. Well even with the best will in the world, there just aint no way l can manage to lift and stack the whole lot without losing the plot completely. Just up the lane a bit, my friends Collette and Simon have had a digger in to level off their soon-to-become-garden. This is a half acre plot of mud we are talking about. Not now tho. After 5 hours the three of us have covered all that in top soil and raked the whole lot in. Collette will now work her magic with the grass seed scattering and hopefully a lawn will materialise sometime soon.
There is no way l can pretend to you that this has been a fun and easy going day. Oh no, this has been some serious slogging and l have the blisters to prove it and aches in places l didn't know existed. At 6.30pm Simon uttered those long awaited words – 'step away from the rakes, we're done' – oh the joy of it! I must say this bartering is really such a sensible idea. Tomorrow all three of us will tackle the mountain of logs that is piled like a mini everest at the side of the house. It should be demolished and stacked in a fraction of the time it would take me to even try to deal with it.
It all just goes to prove that l really cannot live without my friends, they are wonderful. Now l am going to sit with my feet up and watch tv with wine in hand and contemplate paining hundreds of Christmas hearts. Can l lift my hand to the paintbrush, we shall see……