Heaven Help Us All

Well, who wouldn't be absolutely in thrall when greeted by a small lorry type vehicle positively heaving with scaffolding (perhaps a slight exaggeration, but that's how it looked to young Eric) on their doorstep first thing of a morning?

And, what's more, it hadn't merely taken a wrong turn into our estate, ending up at the bottom, in our parking area by mistake, as oft happens ......

..... this lorry and it's accompanying clanking poles, planks and complicated fittings was meant for us.  We'd had an email a few weeks ago saying that work had to be done to the brickwork right at the top of the building and Darrell and I had sort of forgotten to mention it to Eric, knowing the excitement it would create!

To Eric the ensuing preparation work resulted in the most magnificent erection he'd ever seen, I might beg to differ, but what do I know? So long as it's safe and sturdy I'm happy to let them just get on.

Eric had to admit to being a trifle jealous of the people living in the flat where a plank had been put right in front of their windows, that would have been just too romantic for words for him. He said he'd be able to proffer hot steaming mugs of tea through one of the said windows, until I pointed out that as the windows open outwards that might not be such a good idea.

It goes without saying that the little fella is now frantically searching for his safety helmet and fluorescent waistcoat from our days at the Girls High School, when there was much building work going on, but hopefully, this job won't take that long, just a few missing tiles and a crack or two to fill, as far as we are aware. However, thank goodness Eric has the school run in the afternoons, so pester power and offers to hold the ladder or bring up some fresh grout will hopefully be kept to a minimum, but should there are any further developments, you, of course will be the first to know.