Pool Watch No. 8
These posts now come with new, improved links to back issues of this tedious saga included at the foot of the post.
Absolutely no progress has been made today. This might seem like a breach of faith as I had previously given an undertaking to report only when there was something to report. But under certain circumstances 'nothing happened' is news.
For the record we are now at the stage of having a hole in the ground, which has been lined, and into which has been placed the frame, attached to which is the pool liner, into which was poured a certain amount of water - enough to fill the liner to a depth of about 6 inches.
The terrain around and about the hole, with the very pool like fixture inside it, is festooned with what might in another context be described as slag heaps, or piles of spoil.
Also now the plastic liner attached to the frame sitting on the liner inside the hole in the garden has an added attraction, a certain amount of leaves artistically disport themselves across the surface of the six (or thereabouts) inches of water.
Tonight I suggested we acquire a net (as in a pool net). Mr Bean replied "oh, we have one of those". I have a horrible suspicion he means the butterfly net that we found abandoned in the undergrowth when we cleared the garden shortly after we moved in. The man's a class act and no mistake.
What I'd like to do is water down the slag heaps (ok that means sacrificing the patch of violets I'd cultivated, but I can always get some more) and then laying down turf over the whole lot. His idea is to fill the pool and then luxuriate in its cooling depths, after a job well done (and never mind the ornamental slag heaps he can see from the corner of his eye).
In the mean time his best mate who has gone away for a fortnight on holiday has left him with the keys and the task of watering the garden and doing one other chore. This is a fantastic opportunity for the Big Fat Bastard to skulk in Friend's den with his immesurably superior music collection and his drink close to hand and 'chill out'. So I'm assuming that's what he's doing now that he's presumably finished watering the garden and cleaning Friend's pool. Our's is still dirty and only six inches deep and surrounded by slag heaps. Bitter, moi?
Previous episodes can be read here, if you've absolutely nothing better to do:
Pool Watch No. 7
Pool Watch N0. 6
Pool Watch No. 5
Pool Watch No. 4
Pool Watch N0. 3
Pool Watch No. 2
Pool Watch No. 1
Absolutely no progress has been made today. This might seem like a breach of faith as I had previously given an undertaking to report only when there was something to report. But under certain circumstances 'nothing happened' is news.
For the record we are now at the stage of having a hole in the ground, which has been lined, and into which has been placed the frame, attached to which is the pool liner, into which was poured a certain amount of water - enough to fill the liner to a depth of about 6 inches.
The terrain around and about the hole, with the very pool like fixture inside it, is festooned with what might in another context be described as slag heaps, or piles of spoil.
Also now the plastic liner attached to the frame sitting on the liner inside the hole in the garden has an added attraction, a certain amount of leaves artistically disport themselves across the surface of the six (or thereabouts) inches of water.
Tonight I suggested we acquire a net (as in a pool net). Mr Bean replied "oh, we have one of those". I have a horrible suspicion he means the butterfly net that we found abandoned in the undergrowth when we cleared the garden shortly after we moved in. The man's a class act and no mistake.
What I'd like to do is water down the slag heaps (ok that means sacrificing the patch of violets I'd cultivated, but I can always get some more) and then laying down turf over the whole lot. His idea is to fill the pool and then luxuriate in its cooling depths, after a job well done (and never mind the ornamental slag heaps he can see from the corner of his eye).
In the mean time his best mate who has gone away for a fortnight on holiday has left him with the keys and the task of watering the garden and doing one other chore. This is a fantastic opportunity for the Big Fat Bastard to skulk in Friend's den with his immesurably superior music collection and his drink close to hand and 'chill out'. So I'm assuming that's what he's doing now that he's presumably finished watering the garden and cleaning Friend's pool. Our's is still dirty and only six inches deep and surrounded by slag heaps. Bitter, moi?
Previous episodes can be read here, if you've absolutely nothing better to do:
Pool Watch No. 7
Pool Watch N0. 6
Pool Watch No. 5
Pool Watch No. 4
Pool Watch N0. 3
Pool Watch No. 2
Pool Watch No. 1
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