Building a gate
There never was a gate into our garden. Two big stone pillars, but no gate.
Four years ago I strung up a fence, a temporary fix that in typical Paterson fashion became permanent.
Because the grass got too long for our mower, a nearby farmer with a ride-on mowed it for us, but I had to cut down my fence to let him in.
So a gate had to go up in its place.
I initially thougt of welding up a fate in steel, to save some money, but finally decided even more money could be saved with a wooden, picket type gate. And since our neighbour has a gate similar it would look OK.
Well in typical french country style, nothing is easy. The stone pillars which are over 200 years old if they are the same as the house are not straight, either with respect to the ground, or each other. the ground between the gates is not level, so the left gate is nearly touching the ground while the right gate is higher up.
the problem is that black bitch Bella, highly strung poodle/whippet/rat who will dig under the gate given half the chance.
So now I have to go to BatiLeclerc to pic up some "parpang" which will go in a trench under the gate to both make the ground more level and give some resistance to dog claws.
Tomorrow morning it's a 4:00am start at the factory for another 6 day cycle. I hope to not see Sad Sack, because the planning showed a week of shit tiles and I don't need it to be made any shitter.
On the other hand there is some juicy gossip of a colleague taken away in handcuffs after being caught working on the black and defrauding a major global enterprise.
More details tomorrow....