Temporary freedom
I have temporary freedom to go upstairs. It isn’t doing me a great deal of good as Mum has closed both the bedroom doors at the top of the stairs. Despite that it is a novel feeling and it could go on for sometime. Until yesterday we had a regular dog gate at almost the bottom of the stairs. Mum has been concerned for a while that after the gate there are two more steps and the bottom runner of the gate is a tripping hazard. Mum does not need any help to trip over things.
Anyway, she took the decision to replace it with a properly built wooden gate that doesn’t have a bottom runner. That bit is a good idea. The bit that is less sensible is that Mum decided she can fit it herself.
Planning
The gate installation is at the planning stage at the moment. It seems to involve quite a lot of measuring, even more swearing and a very bruised thumb. Based on the performance so far I suspect I will have access to the stairs for a number of days.
The next stage will involve a set square, a piece of string and a saw. Dad has told me always to worry when there is string involved. To be honest I think he’s misguided. He needs to worry about the saw more than the string.
As professional jobs go, you only have to think about the fact that the little greenhouse with the lemons is now also wrapped in bubble wrap to know what happens when Mum starts on the DIY. The heater she bought isn’t powerful enough to cope with the gaps she left when building the greenhouse. Let’s hope the gate planning goes a little better.
Licks and head butts
Pebbles
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