Rain!!!

We have a very nice garden here at Linne Bheag – thanks to many years of tender loving care by someone else.  We take no credit for it. 

We have also had such a long, dry, beautiful spell of weather. 

And all this time we have been threatening to buy a garden bench to replace the ancient, broken one on our little terrace.  This week I went on-line and ordered a ‘glider’  - not just any old bench, you understand.  It arrived while I was on a baby-sitting mission to Edinburgh and remained in its box till this morning when Peter and I felt strong enough to face the multiplicity of arms, legs, screws, nuts and various bits of plastic all of which needed to be assembled in the correct order.  The sun was shining. 

Everything boded well.  We identified the right number of everything.  And hey presto!  Bad temper took over, fingers became thumbs, screws jumped out of hands and got lost in the grass…… and I phoned Gareth.  God bless Gareth!  Son-in-law number 2, living here in Anstruther, ‘comer-to-the-rescue’ in all things practical.  I heard (or maybe just imagined I heard) him grumping down the line as I explained our predicament to Jane and she agreed to come – or rather to come with Gareth, because Jane herself would have been no use whatsoever.

But it was Saturday.  They were just up.  They would be there eventually.  We went back to our accursed ‘glider’ and …..well, cursed, I suppose.  At least I did.  I did remark to Peter that it was just as well he didn’t know any bad words, or he would have been using them too!

But, in spite of all the trauma, we got there.  And by the time Gareth and Jane appeared with the biggest toolbox I have ever encountered, the last screw was ‘gliding’ into place.  Jane and I drank our morning tea whilst sunbathing and ‘gliding’ in the morning sun.

Then they left,  Peter went off to Glasgow.  I got my book out and another cup of tea.  Great.  A day to myself on the terrace on a beautiful sunny day. 

You know the rest, don’t you????!!!  But I console myself in the knowledge that the fish ponds desperately needed some rain to top them up.  So do the roses.  And our glider will still be there next week when we return to balmy summer days!

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