I can’t begin to tell you how much things are looking up.
First, we both worked last night, because Mark did not have to install rural broadband today, he is not going back until tomorrow. I felt a bit guilty about this, because I know they are very busy and really he should be drilling holes in walls and poking wires through and helping desperate people get wi-fi.
I have managed to live with my guilt, however, because it meant that we could both work all night last night and then sleep until eleven o’clock this morning, and when we got up we had done so much taxi driving that we had got enough money to pay for Lucy’s driving lessons and even had a bit left over.
Mark said that he would like to use the left over bit to take me out for dinner.
I can’t tell you how excited I was about this. Obviously I had a restaurant dinner at the Premier Inn the other night, but it was the Meal Deal type of eating out that comes with tomato sauce in sachets, and paper napkins and the sort of menu that they give to children with crayons.
It is ages and ages since we have been out. Mark said to think of it as some belated courtship. I decided not to, though, because if I did I would need to shave my legs before we went, instead of just in the shower at bedtime the way I usually do, and I didn’t think that I wanted to bother that much.
All the same it was a wonderful, happy thing to do, and it came at the end of a happy day.
Mark fixed the Other Leak on the washing machine, and glued something to it to stop the pipe wearing through again. Then he put the washing machine back and relaid the carpet. The floor wasn’t quite dry, but we decided that we would not think about this.
The washed bit of carpet is a very different colour to the other bit.
I have included a photograph. I may not be a virtuous housewife after all.
At the same time we discovered that the leak in Lucy’s shower was caused by the plug being blocked, and the shower tray overflowing. This, whilst tiresome, was not the end of the world, and I went up with a plunger and some caustic soda, and fixed the problem in a matter of moments.
Mark mended the broken switch that has been making the lights in my office not work, and after that we put the dresser back and made the kitchen beautifully tidy.
My world is very content.
It is even nicer that that, though.
We are buying a conservatory.
Really, really we are going to buy a conservatory.
We saw one on eBay, and when we looked it was only in Grange Over Sands, so we went to see it.
It was being sold by two builders who are taking it down at a house that they are fixing, and it is exactly the right shape for the back of our house.
They thought that they would like us to pay two hundred pounds for it.
Mark measured it and talked to them and they all nodded and grunted sagely, and in the end he gave them a deposit, and they are going to deliver it next week.
It is lovely. It is cream with a pretty roof, and an exclusive sort of insulating glass, and it will fit the back of our house perfectly, with even a space for the pipe from the loo.When we got home we spent ages pacing around the garden and contemplating drains, until we went out for dinner.
Dinner was ace. We went to the bistro across the road and had chicken crepes and a cocktail with chocolate and cream. After that we thought that the world was a happy place. Alcohol is brilliant like that.
We have got to get up in the morning for rural broadband, but I don’t mind in the least. It is so nice to have had such a contented sort of day.
Especially one which ends in a conservatory.
