The Wall, Part 2
As I may perhaps have mentioned before, many years ago, more years than I care to remember, I went to a rock concert in Earl's Court. In fact, it was the only rock concert I ever went to in my whole life and yes, in case you had not guessed, it was Pink Floyd's The Wall. Well, Winston Churchill did a bit of bricklaying when he was at a loose end and I now have the job of repairing and strengthening the corner of our garden wall in Daveri.
The corner of this wall is in pretty bad shape. A lot of the smaller stones seem to have fallen out, as the workmen who built the wall were more than a bit economical with their cement, so now I have the job of stuffing the gaps with whatever pieces of stone I can find, as well as old bits of broken tiles, and then putting cement on top. It is a long job. The finished results do not look great, it must be said, but they will be better than the ugly pile of stones that we will be left with if the wall falls down.
Comments
Post a Comment