The installation of the solar park, on the roof of the roof, had made obsolete the pretty spiral staircase which gave access to it.
However, as charming as it was, this building had no more use and still took up a considerable amount of space within our privileged living area: the cockpit.
Also I had conceived by myself, quietly inside my head, the project to dismantle it with the chainsaw, in order to install there, why not, a bar, with the aim of receiving there with dignity some of my friends sensitive to this kind of attention.
One day, when I thought it was the right moment to tackle this essential task, I decided to reveal some details to Malou, thinking that at some point she should have known about it, and that it was perhaps not wise to wait until she had the result in front of her eyes to take her opinion..
Whoa, whoa, whoa..
I had to deal with a severe veto. A very negative "no!
I came up against a granite wall, the same one from which the spiral staircases leading to the pulpits of the Breton churches are made.
Slightly knocked out by the vehemence of his attitude towards a project with such an obvious interest, I sulked for a few seconds. The time it took to regain my composure, then I switched the productive area of my brain to "hurry up and invent something clever before it turns into an issue".
Fortunately, heaven came to my aid (under the impulse of Bacchus, perhaps?) and I was able, a few days later, to return to my beloved with the following proposal, which I had taken care to present carefully:
The other three would be the object, not of a guilty destruction quite unacceptable (how did I not realize it from the beginning?), but, on the contrary, of a simple "removal" during which they would have to undergo the ablation of some square decimeters, before being assembled between them in a posture of the most artistic), but, on the contrary, of a simple "removal" during which they would have to undergo the ablation of a few square decimeters, before being assembled between them in a most artistic posture which would confer them a particular aptitude to become what they would never have dared to hope for, even in their most delirious dreams: a front of bar for Lady't Bee.
Ingenious, right? And the idea pleased.
And a few weeks later, the refrigerator received its first beers. The ice machine spat out its first frozen cubes and the "Bar de l'Escalier" received its first guests, proving instantly, if it were needed, that this bar does not abhor the conger eel (in reference to a Pierre Desproges sketch of which the author is a fervent admirer).
Now that this major element of the Lady is completed and well integrated, I thank Malou for saving me from committing some hideous installation in place of this beautiful bar..
In the next episode, the author explains its installation to protect the cockpit from rain and to ventilate the boat .
