Bonny tiler

26 - 29 August 2014

So, now there's enough varnish on the sink surround, I can put in my little mosaic of broken tile bits along the 8cm gap between worktop and window sill.  This needs sealing to protect the wood, and I thought it might be interesting to use up broken pieces here.

 Thursday night, Pete and Naomi came up for supper, and we sat out watching for shooting stars - something we don't do often enough.

 On Friday we had a tiling extravaganza.  Tiling is too fiddly for Dave, so he was on tile-cutting duty as the cutter is tough on my elbow.  We had originally bought a couple of m2 of the greyish tiles in the middle of the picture, but found them to be very cheap and too grey.  So we went back for plain white tiles, as the tile stockman had given us a selection of odd or damaged tiles which provide a random splash of colour.  This corner will be behind the cooker, so we used up the grey tiles where they won't be very visible.

 And this is where the washing machine will go, so we used the rest of the grey tiles here. Dave came in and said, 'That's bonny, pet.' - which gave us 'bonny tiler' (apologies to the singer)!  Just the grouting to do now.

This was an exciting moment - a friend who also can't eat wheat had been staking out a Lefkas baker who will make gluten free bread if enough people are interested.  We'd placed an open order for 3 loaves any time, so Dave got a call and rushed down to meet at the by-pass for a bread hand-over.  It is delicious - real, fresh (warm) crusty bread, indistinguishable from the wheaten type.  High tea with bread and jam was called for.