… last night, but it wasn’t until 06:00 until I was tired enough to go to bed. The only thing that I can thinkof is the cup of coffee that I has with Liz yesterday morning at Marcillat. But surely that can’t be right. Nevertheless, something went wrong yesterday.
Even more surprisingly, I was up at 08:30 – not that I felt much like it. But anyway, there I was.
After breakfast, I set to on the battery box. All of the old breeze blocks that were in the way have now been moved, and the new breeze blocks are cemented in in the correct position. A couple of them needed to be cut and one of the joys of having these new batteries is that even in a dark, gloomy, overcast day like today, the angle grinder whizzed around them with not even a hiccup.
While I was cementing in the breeze blocks, Terry came round. He was looking for a 12mm Allen Key socket for the sump plug on his FIAT. I had to have a good search around but eventually found what I was looking for. We also spent some time having a good chat and he had a look around at the progress that i’ve been making;
I had been struggling for breeze blocks. I have dozens, if not hundreds, of 20mm breeze blocks but I had to have a good scavenge around for some 10mm ones. In the end I had to demolish the raised step into the house and so this afternoon after lunch I built a proper one out of the old stair treads from the stairs that I demolished all those years ago. The circular saw came in handy too, and once again, the new batteries earned their corn.
And tonight, I’ve finally succumbed and lit the fire in here. The temperature dropped to 12.8°C and anyway I had to cook my mega-meal for the coming week. Thsi involved moving the kitchen up here before I knocked off this evening. And I’ve also moved the camping gas stove up here too. I’ve decided that my morning coffee will be much better made up here in the warmth as the winter approaches. It’s supposed to be a bad winter this year, so they say.
