Life at № 42
Less vegetarian this time around as it included prawns and caviar. I’d never had sushi with proper caviar before, it’s usually red roe, but I was bored so I decided to have a go. It was a lovely appetizer with happy hour drinks for two.
The gardener (landscaper?) came at 6:30 today. He is perfection. He’s like one of those intuitive typing affairs, but one that actually knows what I’m going to say next. He understands the concept and drawings and everything. Usually Mike is the only person who understands me in the pre-phase of a project so this is really great.
He’s young and starting out his career, brand new company. Efficient as could be. We talked about it and decided to give him the whole job. Irrigation, lawn, new planting, cement borders, re-gravelling the driveway, the lot.
He’s a little bit bossy and answers back to me. I actually like that because it demonstrates a certain degree of “I know what I’m doing.” He insists that if I want the wisteria on the house it must only be on the steel wires and he’ll keep the rest trimmed. I’m going to let him have his way.
A long time ago a few people let me have my way and that made it possible for me to have a wonderful career and in every sense, an exceptional life thus far. It’s only fair that I now do the same. If he’s got a house like this in his portfolio, that’ll no doubt open doors. So let’s see what he can do!