moments in history

i refer to these moments in plural as that's what they are. they are several moments.
sorry to be so esoteric, i'm actually referring to the construction of the Mediocre Wall.
i'm sure, while the chinese were in the business of building their wall (oh, it's not all that- i've seen it. some of it has fallen down already) they had their bad days. it had nothing to do with marauding mongolians or anything. or at least my wall hasnn't. i'm going to blame the mortar. and then i'll blame the bricks. and then i'm going to blame the poor weather (check out the chinese 'diaries of a wall builder' and i bet you anything you'll see something written the same.)
the thing is, it is actually the fault of the bricks. and the weather. and the mortar mix being too dry. seriously.

i'm building a glasshouse.
fair question- what do concrete blocks have to do with glasshouses? well, we've got some second hand windows which we're going to sit on a wall and make into a glasshouse. obvious? no?
ok. back wall of the garage and that of the neighbours is north facing; i've painted them black and made me a microclimate (get your inspiration here, rolling stones). two walls black, two walls glass-ish. with brick bottoms in a kinda mediocre rendition of a wall.

anyway, it'll have soil over it.

and eventually we'll be able to look back and smile at this occassion- the one when b fancied herself as a brickmason

xx
brickie b