Our front garden now has a new wall - and very smart it is too. Watching the Brilliant Bricklayer (no, it wasn't Mr B!) at work was fascinating - what an art it is and very much under-rated, methinks.
It made me wonder how many young people learn brick-laying today and will have the chance to experience, through their daily work, that sense of satisfaction and quiet pride in a job well done displayed by our Brilliant Brickie.
Unfortunately I have now developed something of an obsession with garden walls. This means, wherever I go, I find myself secretly inspecting them. Walls, I have discovered (you probably knew this,
of course, but please humour me...) come in all shapes, sizes and designs. There are low walls and high walls; brick walls and stone walls; straight walls and leaning walls. There are a great many walls which are crumbling away or have
clearly been involved in a collision with a vehicle of some kind and which therefore badly need the help of a Brilliant Brickie. There are straight walls and curved walls and walls with the house number cleverly incorporated through use
of different coloured bricks. There are modest walls and grandiose ones with fancy decorations, like eagles or horses' heads, on the gate posts, far more suited to a country estate than a suburban street. And there are walls like ours - just right!
Mr B bought me flowers today. Bless! For those ladies among you who bewail the fact that your man never buys you flowers, I do have a hint to pass on. Just ask.
"Anything you need at the shops today?" asks Mr B. "Flowers would be lovely..." I say. Mr B hurrumphs a bit but I notice he has written "flowers" on his post-it note, immediately after "vegetables" and before "chicken
When we return home - me from church, he from the shops - there they are: a beautiful bunch of roses, just for me. I'm delighted, he's pleased with himself. As he apparently
told the check-out girl at Tescos, he's earned himself lots of Brownie points. Too right he has (with just a little bit of help from me!)