Greetings, my fellow port swillers!

Returning to the port swiller mansion at the quiet e’enfall yesterday, Ol’ Robbo discovered a pleasant jumble of bricks, chimney-pots and bags o’ concrete on one side of the drive, together with various ladders propped against the side of the house, all evidence to my highly-trained legal mind that at long last the port swiller chimney is being put to the rightabouts. 

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!

I don’t know how long the actual construction will take, but at least it’s finally started and I can’t imagine it would be more than a day or two.  And even though my neck of the woods is forecast to be plunged into another round of triple-digit heat n’ humidity later this week, once the thing is done I’m half-tempted to light a small inaugural fire just by way of celebration.

Of course, I can’t complain much.  Last winter was unusually warm and calm, and having the thing out of action was only an aesthetic loss.  (There have been times, during more severe weather with the power knocked out, when the Family Robbo has hunkered down in front of the fireplace for the night in blankets and sleeping bags.)  However, it’s the little things – sitting on the hearth eating bacon and water-chestnuts after an afternoon pottering outside, dozing off after dins in my comfy chair with a good book in my lap and a glass of the crayture at my elbow, chucking all of the wrapping paper on the grate on Christmas morning – that make Civilisation worth fighting for.

Let’s just hope that after all of this, the port swiller chimney doesn’t wind up suffering the same fate as that of Shreelane. (I don’t think the contractor’s name is Walkin’ Aisy.)

UPDATE:  It. Is. Done.  Cheree-Chim-Cheroooo!!