We had a great weekend.
I managed to get the front garden completed. We are, there is no doubt, cliches of ourselves, but we have gone with "structural planting", namely 2 square pyramid and one round ball, which is simple and, we believe, effective. It is also pretty much what every other bu$$er in the area is doing, at least those who are doing anything. Nevertheless, it finishes the front, and apart from cleaning the front tiles (standard fare for these parts of black, red and yellow tiles in a diamond pattern, as those 1990s peeps liked), I really am done outside.
This meant that the second half of Saturday, and Sunday late after the karting, was spent working on the inside. The last bits of paper have been stripped from the problem wall, the tricky bits up high round the window, which required me to have the ladder and plank arrangement to reach, and also resulted in 2 bits of plaster popping out on the upright inside edges of each window. This is a pain, but to be expected, and small enough that my developing* skills in plastering should be able to address the problem.
I then sanded Maggot 2's bedroom wall and applied a scratch coat of paint. This will then show up any bits to fill, and I plan to use plaster rather than caulk, because it will make a better finish, and with no lining paper, and matt paint, I need it as smooth as a proverbial.
As for the sporting activities, Maggot 2's first Saturday with the big boys went well. The positives were that he scored, twice, that he always got in good spaces, and were he not the newbie, would have received the ball more often that he did in some good positions, and he made some excellent passes. What he needs to work on is staying in position**, getting stuck in a bit*** and, his own thoughts, be ready to dribble it a bit more, once he gets more confident in the group. All in all, a good first week.
On Sunday, we were at the box-karting. This was at Goodwood, and the organiser, an extremely motivated and enthusiastic person, had built it up rather. This meant that, initially, we were slightly underwhelmed as it was not on the race track, but in the car park. Once over that initial disappointment, we all agreed that it was actually a very well organised event, that was a lot more fun that we had expected. Maggot 2's team, The Asphalt Alligator, came a creditable third, though losing the semi-final did cause some strong discussions on whether the right team had been picked, but that was between the boys, and all part of building resilience. At least that is what we told ourselves when we stayed well away.
Have a great week, and speak later on.
* It will still involve a lot of faffing when the plaster is still wet, and likely some vigorous sanding when dry
** He has spent so many years playing with not so good people that he tends to compensate by being a defender, a midfielder and an attacker in every game, and now he is with better players, he needs to be only one of those
*** While not as bad as some of the boys and girls, he did have the odd "my little pony" moments when he was skipping with his hands up, rather than getting stuck in a la Razor Ruddock