And that’s hardly surprising either.
Despite yesterday’s Herculean efforts I was wide-awake and up and about long before the alarm went off and after breakfast I finished all of the notes for the rock music programme for the forthcoming month;
In the shower room quite early too, and I discovered to my dismay that I hadn’t fitted the bracing on the wall at the head of the stairs. That needed doing before I could fit the plasterboard.
But that was all done, the cables re-routed and the plasterboard fitted, and all before lunch too – mind you it was 15:00 when I stopped for I wasn’t going to let anything get in my way of doing what I need to do;
Into Pionsat to buy some bread and there in the Intermarche was Rick the Trailer Guy. Seeing as it’s harvest time I greeted him with a “hey, Rick” but, being Dutch, it went clean over his head.
Keen readers of this rubbish will remember back in August last year that Rick’s cello was blown away in a freak gust of wind and badly damaged, but he has it back now, “Playing even better”, so he says and I’m glad about that.
It was a real tragedy.
Just half an hour for lunch and then I attacked the next stage of the shower room – the false wall.
And in a fit of reckless extravagence that’s installed now. It just needs one more horizontal brace fitting ad then the shower side can be cladded with a sheet of plasterboard.
All that then remains is the false wall for the composting toilet and that, dear reader, will be that.
The plasterboard around the windows is not all that important – it doesn’t need to be fitted in order to be measured up for tiles.
If I can finish the second false wall, then i’ll be two days ahead of my schedule, which is impressive enough.
And so it ought to be too because if you think that 20:35 was late for knocking off last night, this evening we finished work at 20:50, which has to be something of a record, I reckon.
But I’m too tired to cook and I’m too tired to eat. I’m going to bed and I’ll sleep for a week I reckon..
