Wednesday, 15 December 2010
Good news (for us, anyway) first: Anne arrived, and we have spent two days eating, talking, dog walking (getting filthy and muddy in the Dene, getting wet and sandy in the sea), and shopping.
She bought new outdoor boots, but related a sorry little tale of how this particular brand, worn by only the poorest kids in her school, is used as a term of abuse and ridicule by the other kids. This in an area of Glasgow that ranks amongst the most socially deprived, where no family actually has any money to spend on designer trainers, yet somehow, they do, and it matters....
Otherwise, lovely stuff; catching up and enjoying each other's company.
Flossie has worked out at once that Anne is a soft touch, ever-willing to wield the ball-chucker, and brings her toys to play with at every opportunity.
Anne wanted to leave her bedroom door open during the night, in the hope that a cat or two would come and sleep on her bed. What she got was a continuous to-and-fro procession of cats throughout the night, and because neither of us had noticed that her bedside clock had not been put back an hour in October, she got up very early indeed, wondering why it was still so dark.
The bad news: The new toilet (3rd choice, much hassle to get it here at all) is found to have a tiny invisible crack, and on filling, leaked sneakily into the floor. We await a replacement, and are watching the ceiling of the room beneath with a little anxiety. Richie is confident that the sloping floor problem can be sorted out satisfactorily, and even in the rough, with half-grouted tiles and no controls yet, the new shower looks rather good.
And we have a working basin. This is what my life has come to: delight in sanitary ware that works......
Tomorrow, lunch in the country, hurrah!
Posted by rachel at 18:14