… has started in earnest this morning. And in fact if I had been able to find my heavy bolster chisel when I started to look for it instead of having to search for two (yes, two) hours to find it, I would have started this morning.
I’ve whacked a huge hole in the wall that took me through into the chimney, and I’ve passed in a piece of enamel piping 125mm in diameter. This is the outlet for the woodstove that I will be putting up here for the winter to keep me warm memo – buy a woodstove.
I then mixed a huge bucket full of cement and cemented up the hole around the pipe and filled in the cracks that were in the wall. when I finished that, it was 18:00 to the second, so I knocked off. Not like last night where I was so carried away by enthusiasm that I was still working at 19:15 when I noticed the time.
You can always tell when I’m absorbed in an interesting job by how late it is when I knock off.
This morning I went chaud-pied to St Eloy to get the LED lights. And, major disappointment, they only had 7 GU10s, 7 MR16s and 6 E14s.
Needless to say, after I had left they didn’t have any at all.
They also had a few cans of the wood treatment that I like (albeit increased in price to 8.99 instead of 7.99) and they are two tins lighter of that stuff now too. It’s very good stuff, this LIDL wood treatment.
I went to Pionsat afterwards to pick up my new bank card and to empty the chemical toilet when I get the time, get the new improved beichstuhl up and running.
While I was emptying the toilet, a woman came in to use the facilities. She made about half a pace in, grabbed her nose, said “God, it stinks in here” and piddled off, giving me a huge grimace. And that took me completely by surprise – I had thought my chemical toilet was known the whole world over by now.
And back home, while looking for the bolster chisel I measured up everything that I’m going to need to do my room. It’s going to stretch my budget considerably but then again, comfort has its price but it is its own reward.
And talking of cracks, an ugly crack appeared on the wall of the OUSA office the other day. But Als Ryan had it papered over before Turdi de Hatred could read it.
I can’t believe you’re letting all that good fertiliser go to waste! Think of your garden!
There was the original beichstuhl that I used all through winter but it needed some modification in the spring and I was overtaken by events.
Plans for a Mark II beichstuhl are well in hand but they will have to wait intil I’ve done my room.
So your original toilet turned out to be a pile of scheisse?
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Mais non Monseiur! C’est ‘merde’ dans le francais!… Which just shows you why I flunked french at school.
Indeed, but we’re talking about the beichstuhl here LOL
If you just say “jai lesser tombe un Francais dans la toilette” then everybody will know what it means – even in my poor version of French.