The conservatory, or, as I prefer to call it, my giant window box, is coming on a treat. The glass is proving a bugger to clean though, likewise the flooring, but I've had an awful lot of fun stacking a bookshelf with ceramic birdies accrued over twenty years.
Now all I need is someone to sit in there with!
I've positioned a chair in the window box, so that, when I'm bringing myself to a nice rolling boil on a warm day, I'll be able to watch the kitchen telly. I should, I know, do things with wires and extension thingies to enable me to watch the telly actually IN the conservatory, but I'm such an idiot when it comes to electrical things that tomorrow I'm going to have to join in with the hoorah Henrys at Royal Ascot from a distance of twenty feet!
What else?
Oh yes, I need a small table in the giant window box for my pots of tea so....I was on my hands and knees in the loft a little while ago looking for an old skinny legged table, you know one of those awful things from a nest of tables. Anyway I found the little horror, dusty, chipped and out of sorts laying with its wonky legs stuck in the air, on top of an old Fortnum and Mason food hamper! The aforementioned table is now wedged between two disgraceful old plastic garden chairs which have been made better by the addition of odd old cushions and cat hairs.
Home Sweet Home.
(The hamper is now home to frail bathroom towels)
I'm still searching cupboards and drawers for beautiful essential ceramic budgies to add to the already over stocked conservatory.
'Don't overdo it' cried Monsieur Horsehound last night.
'What? I laughed, as I seriously injured him with an old chicken (See pic above)
Glued to the tip of my conk is a scrap of paper which reads:
GOTTA GET MORE BIRDS!
Gotta Fly......
