… all of the excitement last night, that’s for sure.
I didn’t though.
At about 03:30 I was awoken by the most almighty crash. My first thought was that, after singing the praises of my stone wall to Helena last night, that the lean-to that I rebuilt last year had collapsed. It was definitely that kind of noise.
So heaving myself out of my stinking pit I went for a good walk around my property, taking a torch with me. and there’s nothing missing or damaged that I can see. So after that I went to bed, even though it was impossible to sleep.
This morning though, the old abandoned house stuck in the abandoned jungle plot next to the spring doesn’t seem to be there.
I can’t get to it to check, but the last time that I looked, back in January if I remember, it was certainly on its last legs, and so that may as well be that.
The proprietors are Parisians and they’ve been trying to sell it for years. I made the odd enquiry about it, but they want to recoup the money that they paid for it back in the 1960s, even though they haven’t been there to visit it for 30 years.
In that time, house prices here have collapsed, and now it looks as if the house has too.
I was a little optimistic about my plans to finish the shower room today.
I’ve finished the false wall by the shower, along with a slight amendment to detail, and fitted the sheet of plasterboard.
I’ve also fitted the rails around the wall from which the false ceiling (yes, tongue and grooving, in case you were wondering – which I’m sure that you aren’t) will be fitted.
From then on, though, I was busy making the framework for the false wall by the composting toilet.
And I’m not at all sure where the time goes because I haven’t finished cutting the joints, never mind assembling it, and it was 19:40. I dunno where the time goes, though.
I haven’t stopped working today and yet I didn’t seem to accomplish much. It’s a mystery.
Too tired to carry on, I had an early night (last week I would have said that 19:40 was a flaming late night – how times have changed over a week) and came up here.
For the radio programmes I wrote just over 1500 words on collecting mushrooms and almost 2800 on salient points to remember in the different types of relationships in French family life.
That took me from about 09:00 to 12:30 and from 19:45 until 21:00.
Then I finished for tea, and that is that until tomorrow…