I had a dream last night.
It was of the perfect little building. It was already a take-away sandwich shop. Serving mediocre cold food.
It was very busy. I was working there. It was not mine. Yet.
The people I was working with did not know I wanted it to be mine.
They were happy with how quick I was and Friendly with the customers.
I am a bit of a show pony. That is what we call it when many new people meet me. An American on the south coast of England. There are not many of us.
The outside was dingy. Old ratty pebble dash. The windows were dirty, The insides had stuff stacked in front of them.
The shelves behind the work counter had been merchandised some time in the 1980’s and left to age. They were a dirty old brown, meant to look like wood.
The beautiful wood floor had been painted dark brown.
The work counters were in front of a stair case. Filled with crap. Another thing un touched since the 1990’s.
Do they not realise that is seating area upstairs. With great views of the sea.
Then it was mine.
Later in the dream it was mine. I had friends come for a painting party.
I have spent years finely brainwashing people with food. Kind Neighbor will for a fact do anything….yes anything for buffalo wings.
We painted the outside white with a blue/ turquoise trim. We built a conservatory just off the front for a bit of added all season seating. Decking next to that, we are right on the beach.
Amazing Saint of a Plumber friend sorted out the pipes inside. He also built an outside shower to rinse of the sand, if you want. A little sand is not a problem.
Inside bead board wainscoting and shelves painted a nice accent turquoise. Everything else white. The floor stripped back to it’s virgin board, oiled and sealed. A couple new deli cases and stainless steel tables.
By the door shelving for fresh fruits and veggies you can buy and take with you. Silly to have it taking up our storage space. Upstairs painted and ready for table and chairs.
We stop to take breaks, there are tubes filled with cold drinks, wine and beer
(No alcohol if you’re using power tools. That was one of my dad’s wise rules he would have loved this.)
There is a bit of snack foods. Towards the end of the day I bring out the Crock Pot of BBQ ribs and bowls of salad Potato salad, green salad, cottage cheese salad
We turn the music up. We break in the decking with one mighty inaugural dance.
I love these people. I really do. They will be some of my regulars.
They will eat for free for quite a while