Sainthood

Petunia Girl has been talking to The Client.

Petunia Girl has been comparing The Client to a saint. She was referring to The Clients extraordinary patience and the understanding she exhibits towards The Architect with respect to the ongoing state of unfinishedness experienced by the inhabitants of Maison Camy.

(Petunia Girl is apparently a lot less saintlike with her man, but that’s a whole other discussion we ain’t going into).

So, Sunday last The Client decided to come down a notch or two in the sainthood rankings in order to make a few things very clear to The Architect. The essence of which was – that not being ‘poulets de printemps’ any more it would be greatly appreciated if one day soon she could expect to actually ‘live’ in the house instead of camping in it.

The Engineer has come back confirming more or less, give or take a couple of mm on the bolt diameter, The Architects specification for attaching the timber cladding.
Nothing to hold me back now.

Indian summer?

Well done to mdw for spotting the sectionned octopus in the last post.

Other delights of distant summer days include – waves, mountains, beautiful tapas ; watching ‘The Skater’ holding his own in a tug-o-war, nose to nose with a Spanish cop (who’d decided to confiscate his board for upsetting old ladies with a few grinds along a black granite bench on the seafront in Donostia,) ; sculptures by Chillida………….etc.

Now that the threat of a rogue black hole ending our existence has become yesterdays news along with lipstick on pigs and other such delights (even though the LHC doesn’t plan to collide at full power for another two weeks) I suppose that I have no excuse for not finishing the façade. Putting off urgent domestic tasks in the face of imminent extinction must run in the family. The Cuban missile crisis made my mother think twice before re-decorating the living room.

Alas, back to work. An Engineer is, at this very moment, checking out my façade project. Verifying that I have the right type and number of bolts to stop the timber cladding flying off with the next tail end of a hurricane that comes by.

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No apologies for absence. Holidays have intervened and curtailed building activity.