For a change I was up nice and early and with Caliburn fully loaded with scaffolding we nipped round to Terry’s to unload.

Then it was back here again to load up all of the rest and it was quite a struggle to move Caliburn what with everything in it. But there’s much less stuff to trip over around here now and I won’t be using the scaffolding before springtime.

Anyway, after a lunch of lentil soup (you might have guessed that there was an ulterior motive) we put up the scaffolding at the back of the house. Terry is keen to get some pointing done before the bad weather hits here. We managed to put it up without any major mishap. I avoided falling into the septic tank although I did put my foot into the drain.

You can see how impressive it is, this scaffolding. And this is by no means all of it. There are still two bays up at the side of my house where I need to do some pointing, and there’s a pile more that we didn’t put up yet. This scaffolding is a veritable bargain.

What was weird though was the weather. You know that I go on about the microclimates around here – at Terry and Liz’s the weather was as calm as a millpond yet at my place there was a howling raging gale with the wind turbine going round like the clappers.

Tea was vegan nut roast and veg followed by baked apple and vegan ginger and chocolate cake. And also an Eric bag full of leftovers. As I have said before, whenever there is an appeal for volunteers to do some work at Liz and Terry’s you get trampled to death in the stampede.

I also took advantage of the situation by asking whether I might use the shower there.
“I think it ought to be compulsory” said Terry
sniff> sniff> “I think you might be right“

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