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Saturday 7th May 2011
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At last, yesterday, our paving stones arrived. We (or, more correctly, our landscape gardener dude) ordered these way back towards the end of March. They (the paving stones) are nothing special - just slate, with a bit of iron content (adding a touch or red/orange here and there), so I've no idea why it took so long for them to arrive. They came from overseas, the crates bearing the destination, "Felixstowe, UK." I took a picture (bottom right), but it doesn't really do justice. Hell, the same ones are here. Anyway, they arrived yesterday, so that was cool. Today Dave and Paul got to work with said paving stones, but the weather wasn't too good; they need dry weather, you see. We weren't sure about the weather either, so went to our favourite wood (i.e. tree canopy acting as umbrella) somewhere around Silverdale. We had a picnic there (see picture!) and it was fine throughout most of it. About 95% into the picnic, the rain started, hence the umbrella. But, hey, at least the bleeding had stopped by then. I had been whittling a stick with my newest toy (just this) and, erm, rather foolishly whittled with the knife towards me. Of course, the knife went through a knot in the wood, carried on and then hit my right thumb (just below the nail) and right index finger (around the knuckle), slicing easily through the skin. What a fantastic purchase - this is only the second time in two days that it's drawn blood. Oh, and I didn't explain that first picture, not that I need to, of course, but hey . . . that's taken from my loft with a pair of binoculars in front of the camera lens. I think we're looking at the farm about here (you can easily make out the mobile phone mast and the shadow thereof).
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Here's A****** watering the plants Pop bought a few weeks ago. Plants are all still well and healthy. A crazy downpour in the middle of night watered the ones planted in the front garden. Today we were also looking at carpets . . . it has to be done. I've almost finished painting the loft (okay, a bit of gloss needed here and there), so then we can get the carpet in. Isn't carpet purchasing fun, eh? Would ordinarily anyone fix a flying **** about the twist of a group of fibres (say, 1.5 to 2mm in diameter) within something you just walk on? But then what are these fibres made of? Wool? Polypropylene? Some wool? Some polypropylene? But how much wool? How much polypropylene? What difference does it make? What's the tog rating? What kind of underlay? What's the tog rating of the underlay? What about runners? What the **** are runners? So yeah . . . now, once again, I've become familiar with all this stuff, along with the intimate dimensions of the loft. We're slightly nearer to making a decision regarding the carpet. Of course, then along comes the internet . . . "What?! You're paying £30 per square metre for that? I think they saw you coming. I can sell you that for £17.99 per square metre, free delivery. How about it? I can also sell you that stripy carpet you were thinking of getting for your stairs and hallway, but at far, far less than you were quoted. Check out my reviews - it's all good. Get your credit card."
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