Saturdays are the busiest days for
us. I’ll take a rain-check and have lunch with you sometime in the
middle of the week, if that’s okay.”
“ Okay.
I’ll look forward to it. Then I’ll be back next Saturday with the
sets.”
As he went out
he added the £15.75 he’d received from Rose and realised he had
made £138.25. ‘Well I’ll celebrate and buy a couple of steaks for
dinner next week.’
Bob had lunch
at the Fox, a satisfying but not exciting curry and rice, then he
walked to the art shop where he bought more acrylic paint finding
he could buy it in tins, which made it much cheaper. They did have
both silver and gold paint so he bought a tin of the silver but
only a big tube of the gold because he didn’t need a lot. He also
bought several brushes, including a very fine one that he would use
to paint the lines on the train and carriages. Afterwards he walked
to the supermarket and bought a filet of salmon and two steaks.
That evening
at the Crown he told Joe that he was going to ask Maria to have her
friend book an apartment for him in Lagos.
“ I’m
planning on going for a month, February. I’m going to make enough
toys this year so I can have another holiday in the summer,
provided Jenny and Rose can sell them.”
“ That’s
grand! It’s time you explored the rest of the world.”
“ You
know I’ve never thought much about travelling before going with you
to Portugal.”
Rose and Jack
joined them and Rose asked where Jane was. “She’s at a committee
meeting discussing the Spring show,” said Joe. “She said we should
eat and not wait for her.”
“ When do
you think you’ll be ready to work on the station Joe?” asked
Bob.
“ Not for
another three weeks. I’ve four fields to plough and sow first.
Which reminds me, do you want me to save the bricks?”
“ Aye,”
said Jack. “No need t’waste ‘em.”
“ It’s a
lot of work to chip off the old cement Jack. Well, it’ll take me a
bit longer if I’ve got to avoid breaking too many. If you’ve enough
people to move the bricks out of the way I should get it done in a
day though. I’ll dump the broken ones in the ditch at the end of
the parking lot when you’ve sorted them.”
“ I’ll
help,” said Bob, “and I’ll ask the Smiths if they’ll help when I
see them on Thursday.”
“ Ken
said he’ll help with the interior walls,” said Rose. “Don’t know
about Jim, he’s more interested in playing golf. How about John,
the guy who works for you, Jack? Maybe he’d help.”
“ Aye.
I’ll ask him.”
Sunday
afternoon Bob collected his spade from the small lean-to attached
to the far side of the house; it was time to prepare his garden. In
the past he spent a lot of time looking after his vegetable garden
but didn’t expect to do so much this year. He sharpened his spade
then double-dug half of the plot. It was hard work so, when a
slight rain started, he decided to leave the rest until the
following Sunday. He cleaned the spade, coated it with a little oil
and hung it on its hook. ‘I’ll have one of the steaks tonight. The
salmon can wait until tomorrow.’
The week went
as planned. Jenny’s cheque arrived in the mail on Monday and Bob
wrote it down in his account book. He worked about nine hours most
of the days and had his twenty village sets ready for sanding at
the end of the afternoon on Wednesday. Thursday morning he sanded
all the pieces, doing most of it outside to keep the dust out of
his shop but a half-hour drizzle, which came immediately after he’d
returned from his coffee break, forced him to finish the job inside
his shop so he left the door and windows open during lunch. When he
returned the room was cold but there was no lingering dust. He
closed the windows and locked the door then went to the Community
Centre.
No one felt
like working all the afternoon. Jim said the weather affected how
everyone felt so they stopped early and talked about going to the
Crown.
“ I can’t
today,”
us. I’ll take a rain-check and have lunch with you sometime in the
middle of the week, if that’s okay.”
“ Okay.
I’ll look forward to it. Then I’ll be back next Saturday with the
sets.”
As he went out
he added the £15.75 he’d received from Rose and realised he had
made £138.25. ‘Well I’ll celebrate and buy a couple of steaks for
dinner next week.’
Bob had lunch
at the Fox, a satisfying but not exciting curry and rice, then he
walked to the art shop where he bought more acrylic paint finding
he could buy it in tins, which made it much cheaper. They did have
both silver and gold paint so he bought a tin of the silver but
only a big tube of the gold because he didn’t need a lot. He also
bought several brushes, including a very fine one that he would use
to paint the lines on the train and carriages. Afterwards he walked
to the supermarket and bought a filet of salmon and two steaks.
That evening
at the Crown he told Joe that he was going to ask Maria to have her
friend book an apartment for him in Lagos.
“ I’m
planning on going for a month, February. I’m going to make enough
toys this year so I can have another holiday in the summer,
provided Jenny and Rose can sell them.”
“ That’s
grand! It’s time you explored the rest of the world.”
“ You
know I’ve never thought much about travelling before going with you
to Portugal.”
Rose and Jack
joined them and Rose asked where Jane was. “She’s at a committee
meeting discussing the Spring show,” said Joe. “She said we should
eat and not wait for her.”
“ When do
you think you’ll be ready to work on the station Joe?” asked
Bob.
“ Not for
another three weeks. I’ve four fields to plough and sow first.
Which reminds me, do you want me to save the bricks?”
“ Aye,”
said Jack. “No need t’waste ‘em.”
“ It’s a
lot of work to chip off the old cement Jack. Well, it’ll take me a
bit longer if I’ve got to avoid breaking too many. If you’ve enough
people to move the bricks out of the way I should get it done in a
day though. I’ll dump the broken ones in the ditch at the end of
the parking lot when you’ve sorted them.”
“ I’ll
help,” said Bob, “and I’ll ask the Smiths if they’ll help when I
see them on Thursday.”
“ Ken
said he’ll help with the interior walls,” said Rose. “Don’t know
about Jim, he’s more interested in playing golf. How about John,
the guy who works for you, Jack? Maybe he’d help.”
“ Aye.
I’ll ask him.”
Sunday
afternoon Bob collected his spade from the small lean-to attached
to the far side of the house; it was time to prepare his garden. In
the past he spent a lot of time looking after his vegetable garden
but didn’t expect to do so much this year. He sharpened his spade
then double-dug half of the plot. It was hard work so, when a
slight rain started, he decided to leave the rest until the
following Sunday. He cleaned the spade, coated it with a little oil
and hung it on its hook. ‘I’ll have one of the steaks tonight. The
salmon can wait until tomorrow.’
The week went
as planned. Jenny’s cheque arrived in the mail on Monday and Bob
wrote it down in his account book. He worked about nine hours most
of the days and had his twenty village sets ready for sanding at
the end of the afternoon on Wednesday. Thursday morning he sanded
all the pieces, doing most of it outside to keep the dust out of
his shop but a half-hour drizzle, which came immediately after he’d
returned from his coffee break, forced him to finish the job inside
his shop so he left the door and windows open during lunch. When he
returned the room was cold but there was no lingering dust. He
closed the windows and locked the door then went to the Community
Centre.
No one felt
like working all the afternoon. Jim said the weather affected how
everyone felt so they stopped early and talked about going to the
Crown.
“ I can’t
today,”
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