Cowart's Common Room
Our Owl's exertions on the beach with her beautiful grandchildren reminded me of an advertisement years and years back for perhaps something like Phytosan (Fortifies the over 40s) or maybe it was Horlicks or something, anyway the advertisement showed a group of children literally run into the ground and having collapsed exhausted around a triumphant granny who had obviously won the race, or the cricket match or the football or whatever it was, and the parents of the children calling out 'Amanda, Julian, Lucy' (or whatever names were common then) 'You mustn't tire your Granny out!' - whereas of course it was the parents who were tired out, and the children collapsed, while Granny (having eaten? drunk?) her Phytosan was still running around like the proverbial Duracell bunny.
Still I am sure the children had a lovely time with their grandmother.
But yesterday I am afraid I did not have a lovely time. Mike came round. We got the pressure washer to work and then he left me and I pressure washed away the afternoon amid a lot of noise and water. The problem of course which I should have foreseen is that there isn't anywhere for the water to go and the patio gradually filled up like a muddy paddling pool. The washer dislodged earth from between the flags and around the flags, from pots and flower beds and so, and as fast as I was cleaning the stones they were being covered with a fine muddy silt exactly like those pictures of a serious flood.
The mud even splattered up the walls of the house and to add insult to injury my patio has gone from being an even browny-grey weathered colour to something like a builders' merchants yard. The result is brash and horrible. If I could go back in time to yesterday I would, and I still have this massive clearing up to do.
And I didn't even want to wash the patio - it was Mike's idea. "Why don't I lend you my pressure washer - bring those flags up a treat!"
Ah well! You have to laugh. The ups and downs of life. And the worst thing is that I have to pretend that I am grateful and how good the patio will look when it is finally swept and cleaned. But he meant well, did Mike.
"Always beware of people who mean well," says Jeffrey Bernard in the play. He may well be right.
Have a better day than I will.