Okay, maybe this will impress you: work is starting on the New Harp. Aha! That got you going didn’t it? Just the thought of a refreshing pint under the blistering summer sun, and you are immediately transported. Anyway, it’s true. I met the foreman last Friday and he told me that work would commence this [...]
A few weeks ago, we had a sheep in our back yard. So? So this is the country, I hear you say – there are sheep all over the place. Well, yes, couldn’t agree more. And in fact, I don’t know why I even bothered to mention it. After all, people in the countryside probably [...]
We did the Ikea run yesterday. Much as we pride ourselves on not being victims of mass hysteria, we decided that there are certain things we need for the new cottage that you just can’t get anywhere else. Sad but true. And the reason why Ikea is such a phenomenal success. Cardiff is our most [...]
And this morning’s phrase is: “For all other enquiries, press zero”. Just the sound of the word has an ominous ring, a cold, terminal quality that makes you slump in your chair even as your finger is moving towards that big fat empty nought. You sigh. Your brain sends out a distress signal, but your [...]
Hold the front page – there is renewed activity at the New Harp! A van from the scaffolding company has appeared and, yes, a couple of guys are getting out. Yes, they are indeed walking across the yard to the pub and, well – they appear to have scaffolding spanners about their person (or persons) [...]
The big digger has finished in the garden and been taken off site. This morning we have just one man and his bag on site. Plus a huge pile of sleepers. This man’s mission, should he choose to accept it, is to single-handedly create a couple of flights of steps from the new lower level [...]
What’s this we see? The car park over at the New Harp is full of vehicles. Vans, cars and a small pick-up truck. Plus a lot of people wearing shiny new yellow hard hats. Could this be the start of something? Somehow, we don’t think so, even though one of the vans has the name [...]
It was probably just as well that we had planned to go out yesterday. It would have been far too traumatic to stay at home and watch the diggers move in on our garden. They arrived in convoy just as we were leaving for the station to catch a train to Birmingham for a HEFF [...]