The Barbeque Bargain!

Last weekend, I won a “Hampshire Build Your Own Brick Barbeque” on eBay.  The significance of this becomes apparent to anyone who has seen the mountain of less than perfect bricks residing in my front and rear gardens!  I asked the builders to use them in their repair and refurbishment of the garden walls, but their indignant “we are artists and craftsmen” responses quickly convinced me that allies in the cause, they were not.

Thrilled with my £3.21 purchase, I had what my builder, John, refers to (not particularly respectfully) as “one of your visions”.  Given a mountain of bricks and excellent builders on-site to provide guidance – in the remote possibility that I might need it – I decided to build a combination barbeque and pizza oven.  Having an inkling that the feat might be slightly more complicated to do than say, I sent John a text message outlining the notion.  After all, a complete novice shouldn’t always rely upon “beginner’s luck” for success.

At 7.45am on Monday morning, and with an expression that could wilt spinach, John arrived and told me bluntly that a pillar, let alone a pizza oven, was completely beyond my bricklaying ability; I could scarcely argue.  Here, I should explain that John has many “a vision” of his own.  We often spark each other into ever more fantastical (and expensive) brainwaves, but we also sometimes clash.  The pizza oven was NOT what John considered to be one of my most inspired ideas.  That was on Monday morning.  By Thursday afternoon, he was muttering unrepeatable things about crazy women, impossible projects and never, ever, ever designing or building a pizza oven ever, ever again.  I got his point!

Before he departed on Friday, John was heard to admit – very grudgingly and possibly even under his breath – that my pizza oven, albeit not completely finished, was a triumph.  The only slight issue is that my £3.21 eBay bargain has cost approximately £800.  Still, it’s not every day one has a vision about a pizza oven!

 

  

Insomnia and Lavender Essential Oil

Given the usual stresses of life – children, parents, 20 years with a snoring husband etc… – my perennial insomnia is manageable.  Add to the mix; builders, two years’ worth of 3D design GCSE coursework to be completed in two weeks (thanks to an incompetent teacher), seasoned with a highly disturbed and violent infant in my youngest’s class, and the balance tips alarmingly towards no sleep at all.  Margaret Thatcher may have coped admirably with five hours of dormancy per night, but even she would have struggled with three hours of somnolence for long periods of time.

Desperation drove me to adopting a practice advocated by a wise cousin.  Sceptically, I placed two drops of lavender essential oil near my pillow and was amazed by the results.  Yes, I am still woken up – several times each night – by the most irritating foghorn of snoring imaginable, but the quality of my hard won sleep is deeper, calmer and more refreshing.  What I had previously dismissed as “an old wives’ tale” is in fact, incredibly beneficial.

If only there were essential oils to deal with snoring husbands, incompetent teachers and psychotic six year olds!

 

Happy Mothering Sunday

Here am I sneaking around the house at five o’clock in the morning!  Everyone else is tucked up, sleeping peacefully and I am a woman on a mission.  I have already prepared most of the lunch and completed almost all the tasks which would usually feature in my day.  Soon, I will be “woken” with breakfast but, before that, I must just unload the dishwasher and double check that my home is ready.  It is Mothering Sunday and if my preparations are incomplete, I will spend a week undoing the chaos and devastation that befalls my kitchen – all in its honour!

Wherever you are, whatever you are doing; enjoy the day.  Spring cleaning starts tomorrow!