Our family was amused by the typographical errors on a flyer that came through the door:
The thing is, we have had quite a few “garage conversations” since we came to our new house. And as regular readers will know, we’ve had a few “loft conversations” with Tilly as well. The garage in our garden is of no use to keep a car in, as the lane is unpaved and usually chock-a-block with bins. (Each house has four bins and will at some point have a fifth, for food waste.) But more seriously, the roof is asbestos, with no ceiling on the inside.
We began by having “garage conversations” with various people about pulling it down. We then became aware that the old walls and paving in the garden are crumbling dangerously, that there is a rather substantial drainage problem that leaves an impassable puddle at the gate after a medium-sized shower, and also that Mr. Fox is quite happily hopping over the low fence to the right of this photo. We’re aware that if Mr. Fox can hop right in, we might have other even less welcome visitors doing the same thing. We would like to have a secure garden so that interlopers stay out, and perhaps Tilly can go into the garden come the spring.
So in addition to having the garage pulled down by qualified professionals, we have decided to have the drainage sorted, the paving redone, the low fence replaced, and the garage itself replaced by a shed and some kind of summerhouse. I am hugely looking forward to having a workable garden. Our Glasgow garden is quite a bit smaller than our Aberdeen garden was, but it is all ours. To tell you the truth, I haven’t dared yet to dream about what I want to plant in it. But I will be keeping the camellia and the rose that you see here.
We invited one of the two sisters who sold the house to us around for a cup of tea. She was really pleased with what we’d done with the house, to my relief. She was particularly glad to see all the books, as their father had loved books. Sadly, their mother, who has been in a home for the past few years, died peacefully week before last. I know that their mother loved baking and loved flowers, and I believe that one of the rose bushes in front of the house was a gift for their parents’ 50th anniversary. That will be a keeper too.