Woke to the familiar thump of layers being added to my outside walls, but Sunday is usually a silent day.
Intent face at kitchen window, a workman layering the outside edges as I make breakfast. Not looking at me but so close.
Then, leaving the curtains drawn on the two patio doors while I ate, I heard a thump and drew back the curtains to see a boot on the ground! Fortunately not an accident, just a very hardworking young man finishing the lower edges.
Wonder if a goldfish memory would make the sense of being viewed any easier, if every view felt like the first? Hard to feel comfortable with strangers moving and working at every window.
The scaffolders have returned! Not to dismantle but to add another storey. I do enjoy watching their seemingly effortless strength and grace.
One young man, of perhaps five foot five inches, was tasked with moving the 20-foot steel poles from lorry drop off point to the main scaffolding. He manfully shouldered the poles and had them fall back against him, again and again till he managed to move each the 12 yards or so. I went outside – yes, nosey – and saw him continue till he succeeded with the final poles. Then he saw me watching and gave me such a beaming smile.
Now that is a winner; tenacity, and a cheerful enjoyment of his success. I am sure he will do well – and he is young enough to grow an inch or two and add some muscle mass, but he already has all he needs. I shall treasure the memory when I am working my daily challenges, from getting up, which can take 40 minutes, to the triumph of making fresh meals and smile.
Struggling with the carcasses of some large delivery boxes that I had finally reduced to the required, neat folds, more cardboard than woman visible, I tottered out heading for the recycling bins when one of my ragged scaffolding knights saw me from a distance, and strode towards me to take the burden from me with a kindly smile, since we had no shared language.
