The pool man is here all day.
Sophie closely monitors the laying of the new grey liner from a safe position in the middle of the lawn.
In the afternoon she moves so that the sun is behind her. Her gaze remains unyielding. You can never be too careful with builders.
When he goes the pool man leaves a pump to remove any trapped air bubbles from the liner. Sophie is not at all taken with this. It makes a sound like the vacuum and must be some sort of related devils spawn. The machine has to be left on all night. Sophie gives it a wide berth on her sorties into the garden.
This morning I notice that ten bags of salt have been stacked at the side of the pool. These weren't here last night and must have been delivered very early.