P is for Patio
It’s
also for Pensioner! But that’s just too
depressing to have as a title, isn’t it?
But they’re sort of related. So…some ‘Tales From The Patio’ (quick plug
for my first book! See my website nonnyjames.com for
details!)
Yes, we do love our patio, and our garden,
but the patio is our favourite. As soon
as the sunshine arrives, I get charged with energy and start preparing the
patio tubs for planting. I remember a
particularly energetic couple of days when I decided that I wanted to disinfect
the tubs. ‘The houseboy’, as I
affectionately refer to him, was most excited because it gave him an excuse to
try out his Christmas present – a pressure washer! Having blasted the tubs to within an inch of
their lives, it was time for the Jeyes fluid.
We both love the smell! So I
started rinsing and preparing the tubs for new soil and plants or bulbs. Meanwhile, activated houseboy decides to tackle
the garden shed with creosote.
We were winding down and relaxing on the
patio after activities and enjoying the wafts of evening creosote and Jeyes
fluid (we have a problem with certain smells!) and I said ‘I suppose this is
glue sniffing for pensioners’. We did
have a chuckle. Rock and Roll.
A few months later, houseboy had been
tackling the patio furniture with Danish oil again. It smells lovely. We’ve added it to the ‘glue sniffing for
pensioners’ list. And talking of smells
and the houseboy (oh dear, that came out wrong), he came back from the local
hardware shop the other day with a tub of putty for our knackered window frames.
Oooooh lovely! It’s on the list. My
favourite patio story, though, is this:-
We love each other’s company. We do old fashioned things like talking
(!). We’d had a gig together and got
home at midnight. It was a brilliant
gig. Performers will know that gigs can
go two ways. Brilliant or
horrendous. Whatever the outcome, you
have to have a period of coming down from the high, or drowning yourself in
sorrow after a low. This was a
high. It was the most beautiful
evening. We were struck by the balmy
temperature and the amazing peace and calm of the night air. So we decided to have a cig and some wine on
the patio. So we smoked, drank, and
chatted. After what felt like a short
time, I noticed that the sky had changed colour. The lower bit had gone a fairly light
blue. Wondering what the time was, I
went indoors to look at the clock. FOUR
A.M. We’d been chatting for four
hours. Speaks volumes!
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