The Street Where I Live

Walking Out

The farm opposite

God, the weather today has just been gorgeous. Genuinely, you could be mistaken, looking at the picture to the left of my road in thinking it was a summer’s day (yup, the gorgeous picturesque landscape in the photo … I live there! Never ceases to amaze me either.)

Wandered up past the farm opposite down to the Palace fields opposite the Bishops palace and let the dogs let their hair down and tear around like the carefree beasties they really are for a while this morning, stopping every few minutes to chat with other dog owners and simply enjoy the experience of being out in blazing autumn sunshine, feeling well and happy.

The day seemed to flash by in a swirl of laundry and domestic chores and before I knew it, it was mid-afternoon and things were taking an interesting swing.

In a bid to help out a friend, I rang my builder for some information. Whilst on the phone, he invited me over to his and his girlfriend’s new house to see how their building work was coming along.

The house is the very definition of cute. Genuinely, it’s an adorable victorian terraced cottage in Old Glastonbury with heaps of original features and they’re having a fine old time with paint and fittings and decorations. So I popped over to see what they’re doing, have a cup of tea and pass some time, as you do, and they surprised me with some very practical, handy presents. Knowing that my screwdrivers had gone missing in the course of recent weeks (things disappearing in my place is slightly par for the course) as had my set of alan keys, they had bought me a set of screwdrivers and a full set of alan keys to replace them. Such a sweet thing to do, and so typical of them both and that was before suprising me with the news that they think I might have overpaid them for repairing my kitchen and were quite happy to offer it back to me. I’m not convinced I did but golly, the honesty and generosity of some people is astonishing. I think I need to bake them a nice cake to say thank you. Don’t you?