Brackets and high heels

With the temperature sitting happily in the upper 20’s and the promise of blue skies for at least the next few weeks, the winter wardrobe has been put away to make space for all things summer. With this in mind and Pip kindly lending me her mannequin, I’ve spent the last few days uploading pictures of various garments and shoes onto the Vinted app in the hope I might make a Euro or two out of my dusted off old bits and pieces. How I ever manage to dance, let alone walk in 5 inch heels is beyond me, I can’t even get most of them on without contorting my toes in pain these days. There are a couple of pairs, still boxed and in pristine condition, which I don’t ever remember wearing but judging by the scuffed soles of the others, quite a few had many memorable nights out. But with Pip’s help, I have been merciless in my closet clearing, getting rid of a past life to make more room in my world for something else. Plants probably as I have quite enough woofers lazing around the property in the heat of the midday sun.

Now that the bloody pool is warming up nicely, although still too cold to swim in, I’ve been busy drilling screws into walls. Having decided to tidy up the poolhouse, I set about attaching hooks for the nets and shelf brackets to the concrete walls. I did ask Callum for advice first, mainly how to get the rechargeable batteries off the drills first before I hot-footed it down the garden laden with screws, hammers and things called wall plugs. It wasn’t until after I attached the shelf brackets to the walls that I discovered I’d put them in the wrong way around and so had to unscrew both and start again. My enthusiasm for such DIY projects has waned somewhat but at least the little building looks organised now and I’ve added some solar lights around the deck to give it a bit of a wow.

Next week, Fran (my sister-in-law but mostly just the sister bit) and her other half Steve are dropping in for the night on their way to Portugal. Since we haven’t seen each other since the pandemic started and Tuesday marking 4 years since Tony died, it’s going to be quite a reunion. Hopefully I can get Callum on the phone before they have to leave too. I had hoped that the fencing would be finished and the building clutter removed from the garden but the lovely Lionel can’t get here until Saturday so Fran will probably wake up to the sound of hammers and Denis’ excitable early morning chatter. I am assured by both men that fixing the rails onto the posts can be done very quickly with some sort of electrical nail-banger, at least there’s no chance those can be put in the wrong way around…is there?

” High heels are pleasure with pain. If you can’t walk in them, don’t wear them.” (Christian Louboutin)