I've never quite worked out the purpose of pergolas - those strange wooden frameworks that just sit there and do nothing. Except need painting. Ours was also dangerous. You see, Karyn liked to hang plants from it. Big ones. Right at head height. Right where the the unwary face could walk straight into them.
So we decided to get rid of it and replace it with a clear perspex roof that extended outwards in an "L" shape to cover the outdoor spa as well. I hate sitting in the spa and getting rained on.
So we had someone come and measure it all up and install a roof. The only problem was that the roof they constructed didn't actually cover the spa. You can see from the following picture how the roof misses about a foot of the spa.
When I rang them up, they said that there was no problem because they had built what we asked for. I said "it doesn't cover the spa". "But it was supposed to be 2.6 metres wide" they said. I replied that the measurement was theirs and that I had asked them for a roof to cover the spa. They claimed that they had no idea why we wanted the roof, so how could they know it was supposed to cover the spa? They were desperate for any excuse by now.
Anyway, I insisted, so they came out and fixed it, and now it covers the spa properly. And to be fair to them, they replaced the whole spa roof at no extra charge. Even though it was now several square metres larger than what they had quoted for. Karyn offered them extra for it, but the boss turned her down. I reckon they knew that they'd measured it wrong as soon as they started erecting it.
The roof is nice and high and I can sit in the spa and watch the stars at night. And not worry about getting wet in the rain.
And no, that's not the same washing on the clothes line.
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