Judder. Shake. Quake. And here's a bit of wobble thrown in. Am I dancing? Huh? No. Well, maybe later. Read on for that. Is this an early Halloween post? No, nothing as interesting as that. Ok, PC, what's going on?
As I write this, our house is shaking and there are huge thudding sounds from outside. An earthquake then? Nope. Those contractors who were on vacation? They're back and they're working, rain or shine, on our backyard and driveway. Oomph! There's another one. Let's keep this brief.
They left the keys in the ignition, and I was tempted…
Scout is hiding under my desk because she's not a huge fan of big noise. As a result, I keep hitting my head whenever she gives a muted bark. I was here first, it's my safe place, but I've had to scooch along a bit to give Scout some space. (Scooch? Or scootch? Are these real words?) It's getting crowded under here. Mrs. PC? She checked in on us earlier and is rather less bothered by the noise and rather more bothered about why I'm not using my desk properly. I said I'm under here for Scout…
Safe
Fortunately, we have very understanding neighbours, and one side used this time to get a bit of yardwork of their own done, so they're all good. Our neighbours on the other side aren't quite ready to do their yard yet (these are all new builds) but have been happy to let the work crew access our space across their lot. An outdoor meal in our new yard could be some sort of thank you. After the last meal we shared, who knows if they'd like that?
Stuff
A culinary tale and explanation as to why our neighbours might not enjoy another meal with us? Here goes. Two days before the outdoor work started our immediate neighbours joined us for dinner. Me being of European descent, and only mentioning the adult names when making the invitation, I'd assumed just the adults were having dinner with us. Being of African descent, our neighbours assumed the whole family was invited. I didn't even blink as five children followed their parents in. Welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome, welcome and welcome. Quick peek up the street, nope that's it and close the door. Yikes, five extra! Anyway, I remained very much the appearance of kitchen calm (but paddling feverishly under the surface) as I prepared extra servings. Luckily it was a pasta based menu and I hadn't gone for making those individual soufflés. Beer, wine, speedily defrosting an extra baguette and dancing papered over any cracks caused by the suspiciously small servings. Yeah, we think it went well…
Driveway?! Do you mean parking spot, OPC? Yeah, ok…
Jolt! An enormous boulder has just been prised out of what will be the driveway and dropped onto our neighbour's land. Thump! We owe them - I'd better search out that soufflé recipe, scale it up for nine…
Can I please have a go?
Let's leave it here, since it's actually quite challenging to write with Scout sitting on my lap. Thanks for reading, and I hope you have a wonderful (long - hooray) weekend!
Do I look like I've been upstairs hiding under a desk?
Two vehicles could almost squeeze on, so isn't that a driveway? Oh, ok…
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