You know, through the long, sweaty Singapore years, cooped up in our high-rise apartment, we often talked in a misty-eyed fashion about a golden future in which we’d have a garden. It would be an elegant, well-groomed, peaceful place, with gently tinkling rills, shady trees, lush lawns and rank upon rank of fragrant roses, peonies, …
As your faithful narrator has probably mentioned, the urge to tinker with stuff and maybe dismantle it is a lifetime one, especially when stuff doesn’t work (and dismantling stuff usually guarantees it will never work again). As youths, my group of mates were always building, making, destroying, repurposing and generally getting in where we shouldn’t …
It’s been a weekend of bits and bobs and dabbling about at Corner Cottage. No grand designs, no magnificent triumphs, but the satisfaction of getting some niggling tasks out of the way. Let’s call them odd jobs. First up – the bathroom door. Although now freshly painted and boasting a new glass shower screen instead …
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