It's grey and mizzly. Indoors weather. I'm marking in bed when Peter from Plaster Art calls. I give him instructions of how to get in and get up and out. Peter's sticking up the arch when I get there. I open the doors and windows to let the smells out and sit outside with cake and coffee. Morning tea's a great way to get to know almost anyone. While you're both eating and drinking, the ice breaks. Constructing a house is personal, everyone involved plays a part. It helps when you build a rapport with them. I can't imagine getting a building company to do the job. Anything could get buggared up and left out and done any old how. This way I'm getting what I want and better bang for my buck as I can negotiate and I'm luck Kirk is so reasonable. He said at the start he wouldn't sting for extras and he hasn't. He rings as we're sitting discussing the verandah steps. Gives me his ten cents worth which is basically what I've been thinking as well. Steps from the French doors and planters in between.
I've organised Nicki to help and when she arrives we take a good look at it and mark out the spaces. Done. A relief- anything I have to change and work out is a brain teaser. I couldn't do this on my own and Nicki has been a life saver all along. I return the favour and go to her place to discuss tile choice. She has a massive main bathroom at House #1, her house. We go through a range of tiles. I stand outside and look through the window cos her house is smelly too and my lungs are complaining.
At home Kahu is nearly finished his report. Relief as we've had some stressful last minute finishes. We drive up the hill to catch up with friends I've had for ages and the kids have been on holidays we've shared. Turns out Sam and Kahu haven't seen each other for ten years. That's a long time when you're 17 and 15. Strong gin cocktails for me. Mother's medicine. I don't drive home.
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