As I write this the builders are filling the large trench with wheelbarrows of concrete from a lorry parked on the road - tough work and it will take them a long time. Over the past few days I have developed huge respect for the two men who are here all day. I've watched them demolish the existing porch, fill several skips with rubble and dig the foundations. They had a mini digger to help with the digging but otherwise it is just hard, dirty and fairly unpleasant physical work. Despite this, they are friendly and uncomplaining. Makes me feeling guilty about moaning about my own work, which is really very enjoyable most of the time, especially when viewed from the perspective of the summer holiday.
The last few weeks have been fairly quiet and uneventful. I've been attempting to improve my fitness by going to the gym more often and after writing this I'm off to Aqua Aerobics which is a bit of variety. I'm not that keen on treadmills and machines and prefer classes, my favourite being Zumba, where I generally make a fool of myself but don't care much as it is good fun. We had one evening out to another Storyhouse production - 'A Midsummer Night's Dream' in Chester's Grosvenor Park. I'm always wary of rain on these occasions but luckily it was a lovely clear evening if a bit chilly: we were prepared with blankets. Another excellent production, really inventive with the fairies being represented by...... cut-off red rubber gloves waved around. Sounds crazy, but it worked. The ending was really magical as the skies darkened and the lights came on.
|Theatre in the Grosvenor Park|
|Husband and half of dog at Caernarfon Castle.|