Saturday house jobs...priority, check out claw feet. Alistair, the second hand guru, is at Vintage Wonderland and goes out the back to look through his box of claws. I'm lucky. He has an exact match. They look different but that's because of the paint, but they both have an F inscribed into the iron. I'm relieved. It's been two weeks of wondering how to solve this self-made problem.
At home it takes me a while to get Kahu out the door. We're both a bit tired after the series of early starts required for a week of getting to school on time. We have a routine but I have to drag myself out of bed and have been wandering around school feeling tired lately. We pick up the school van and collect the painting out of the book room and a mirror which my old school mate, Lynley, has bought for me on Trade Me. It's oak, large and heavy. At the moment I can't imagine where it will go but I'm looking forward to hanging art and mirrors on high walls.
At College Ave, we open windows and doors. The house is permeated by the acrid smell of enamel and it drifts out to the garden. Kahu's not that enthusiastic about doing jobs but every job he does is one less for me. He leaves early and grumpy. I keep digging. I need to move trees in the next couple of weeks while the earth is cold. It's harder digging by the fence where the sun hardly reaches and I feel chilled as the sun drops to the horizon. By the time I get home I'm tired, cold, hungry and a bit grumpy myself.
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