It's funny really - after months of walking carefully on the decaying deck - it is now sound with new flooring. Kramer and I have had to adjust our steps - we no longer need to walk so gingerly.
We are looking for a small rectangular table to put on the deck so that we can dine out there. Last night though, we had a guest over for dinner, and we sat on the deck (with an old table covered with a cloth, and the dining chairs as an interim measure) for pre-dinner drinks.
Inside the house was a big hot and stuffy - but on the deck with the fresh evening breezes it was a special treat. We sat until after dark, and watched as Mrs Possum in her box up the nearby tree preened herself before putting her head out the door and watching us, before scampering off for her night time feeding.
All three of us enjoyed the ambience of the place - and hassled MM - for the job has been on the "to do list" for many years without progress.
I'm just glad it is done - BEFORE anyone has plunged through the breaking floorboards.
Kramer? Why would he not like being up close and personal when someone is throwing him cheese and biscuits and cuddling him. I think he thinks it is perfect too.
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