10.20 am outside the Craft Shop. A group of crafters and gardeners, were attentive to John's (House of Dun Manager) words. There had been an upset about drivers parking on the verges. Pity those who had done the deed were not there to hear him, but the rest of us got the message and soon everyone will be informed through the proper channels. Today's Janet (yesterday's Janet wasn't here today but she kindly left the biscuits) soon had coffee bubbling in the cafe and everyone was in need of a cuddle of coffee. Ritchie enjoyed his cuddle from Janet and this memory kept him warm for more than an hour. This was a 'down-home' Texan cuddle.
Sue was concerned about paint. Yesterday, we'd used a yellow colour from 'Crown'. We were running low. Meanwhile, fine fellow that he is, Richard was scouring the County for more of the same...... to no avail. Sue convened a consultative group of those hangin' around and concensus was that a 'nearies' in colour ( daffodill white?) 3litre pot would suffice. Tessa was charged with the responsibility of procuring that 3 litres in Forfar. She disappeared whistling. The rest did what they could with what was left. Geoff, being an artist in the true sense, had donned his smock and was swiftly letting his brushstrokes do the talking. Margaret was lying on the floor with me. I suffered a bout of cramp which curtailed my action, and Margaret had difficulty getting up. She may still be there. Linda painted the podia with aplomb and style which did not go unnoticed. Bertie arrived with the dog again. As nothing had changed, it was put back in the car. She was extremely pleased with a foam roller she was using. Joan arrived looking too spruce to be in decorating mode. Geoff, Bertie and Margaret (whose anorak was 'clartit') all looked like painters. Joan could have stepped out of the pages of 'Country Casuals'. Nevertheless, she grabbed a roller and tentatively got rollin'. By this time, Ritchie was frozen and had gone to look for Janet for a heat up. I had run out of things to do that would pass for doing something so decided to call it a morning. As I left, Tessa arrived. She had got the wrong paint.........but she did avoid the verges.
Sue was concerned about paint. Yesterday, we'd used a yellow colour from 'Crown'. We were running low. Meanwhile, fine fellow that he is, Richard was scouring the County for more of the same...... to no avail. Sue convened a consultative group of those hangin' around and concensus was that a 'nearies' in colour ( daffodill white?) 3litre pot would suffice. Tessa was charged with the responsibility of procuring that 3 litres in Forfar. She disappeared whistling. The rest did what they could with what was left. Geoff, being an artist in the true sense, had donned his smock and was swiftly letting his brushstrokes do the talking. Margaret was lying on the floor with me. I suffered a bout of cramp which curtailed my action, and Margaret had difficulty getting up. She may still be there. Linda painted the podia with aplomb and style which did not go unnoticed. Bertie arrived with the dog again. As nothing had changed, it was put back in the car. She was extremely pleased with a foam roller she was using. Joan arrived looking too spruce to be in decorating mode. Geoff, Bertie and Margaret (whose anorak was 'clartit') all looked like painters. Joan could have stepped out of the pages of 'Country Casuals'. Nevertheless, she grabbed a roller and tentatively got rollin'. By this time, Ritchie was frozen and had gone to look for Janet for a heat up. I had run out of things to do that would pass for doing something so decided to call it a morning. As I left, Tessa arrived. She had got the wrong paint.........but she did avoid the verges.
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