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Courtyard Patio - Day Two

 I remember when we had our kitchen revamped at Damson Cottage. Progress on the first three or four days seemed very slow to me because, of course, a lot of groundwork and preparation has to be achieved before the pretty stuff can happen. You go to work thinking, ‘Ooooh, I wonder what it’ll look like when I arrive home this evening!’ and then experience that gentle sinking feeling when you discover it’s not that much different to the previous day. Because of the very necessary background stuff that’s been going on.

Same with the construction of a courtyard patio, apparently. Today was more groundworks - sorting out the two access points to the soakaway that goes with having a septic tank, laying the hardcore base for the slabs, installing more sleepers for the steps and the new herb beds. 


Photos from two angles, still avoiding showing you the chaotic mess on either side. That hasn’t changed. The mess. I am turning a blind eye to the mess because I know major garden works requires mess to happen. If I was a messy person I might not mind so much. But I am a tidy person, and building mess makes me feel rather queasy. My problem, of course. Perhaps I should wear my sunglasses for the next three days. Might help. I am also slightly miffed that my border of lemon balm has been removed - I am pretty certain I asked for it to be left alone. Ah well, I know full well that in a few weeks’ time, tiny lemon balm babies will be springing up in the gravel in front of the laundry and I can have new lemon balms in pots rather than in a border. 

I’m at home all day tomorrow, so might need ear muffs, too. It’s slab laying day for Dan the Landscape Man, Charlie and A.N Other who was there today, name unknown. Slab laying will be noisy. I’m being A Writer tomorrow. A Patient Writer Who Is Able to Block Out Undue Noise Because The Payback Will Be Marvellous! 


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