One thing we kept noticing when we moved into our 120 year old farmhouse, was the little odd jobs that seemed to be jerry-rigged or a least done by someone with questionable experience and qualifications. Light switches were the most concerning. We thought it might be the “mend and make do” attitude common amoung a certain generation. We soon found out, however, that tradesmen didn’t want to turn up for “little jobs”.

fixing the leak

I call the plumber

with a big job

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The sound of water on tin draws me outside in the midst of a late autumn downpour. The split in the polytank, that I was leaving until term break to fix, is sending arcs of water into the air like an Italian fountain. Worried that the tank will split further under pressure, I open the outlet and flood the Bonsai garden, making it a temporary pond.

the sound of water

a frog jumps out of the

new pond

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