We have found a whole new match between us and what Tony
likes to do. An ex-army man either loves to polish or cannot be made to do so,
and he turns out to be the first sort. We have inherited Peter’s good aunt’s
dining furniture, all well made, good in itself, and just a bit down on its
luck. Some of the chairs have been catching the sun for decades and the
mahogany has bleached: the whole thing seems to appeal both to Tony’s liking
for things shined-up, and his considerable talent for bodging – with the aid of
scratch-restoring wax, damp-ring-removers
and so forth (items of the higher brown-furniture-care which are mysteriously
available in the Banff ironmongers, leaving us genuinely puzzled by who buys
the stuff), he is polishing, restoring, darkening down the blonded bits, and
generally hauling them back to a state of
looking quietly good, and when he has finished with the wood, he will
reupholster the seats. We have some grey linen brocade put by for the purpose.
This is all very nice for us, of course, but it’s an added bonus that it
evidently gives him tremendous satisfaction.
Meanwhile, I have finally got rid of my cold. Godmama has
given me hempadu to take, which is Malaysia
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