When we put up the greenhouse in our last house – a 30ft long, 10ft wide, rather basic model – we said that it was the last time we would ever put one together. But the move over the Irish Sea, a blank garden and the need for a greenhouse made this a rather idle boast.
The pad for the greenhouse was put in place at the same time as the garage and shed but, two years after they were erected, it is finally time for the greenhouse. For the past two years the pad has been the holding area for soil conditioner of various sorts but with the veg beds popping up round the space it was time to take the plunge and the greenhouse arrived in three boxes on Saturday morning. I wish I could say that the two days, so far, have been plain sailing.
Tackling the seemingly endless sea of extruded aluminium and bolts is something of a challenge and it all comes down to the battle between using your initiative and following the instructions slavishly. I am unusual in that I tend to read instructions before I start putting something together. I think it comes from writing so many step-by-step instructions in mags. So I am happy to mindlessly do as I am told. Which is all very well as long as the instructions are ‘correct’. But when some of the parts are numbered incorrectly you either have to sit in a corner pulling out your hair or you have to use your initiative. And then you start to ignore the instructions, having lost faith in them!
Whatever you do, you will NOT have slid enough bolts into the aluminium sections and you WILL have to loosen something your previously thought was complete. In some cases following the instructions led to problems and we had to ignore them and adjust things to make things work – especially the staging which was a @*!&*. But after two days we are finally at the stage where, when the wind and rain passes, we can put the glass in.
Today is a break so my head can recover!