… I’m back home.
At least I think I am, but I’m not sure because I can’t actually see anything. I’m rather overgrown with weeds as it happens.
It’s not just the corn that is as high as an elephant’s eye.
Not only that, while I was away my famous home-made 12-volt immersion heater seems to have corroded itself through. It seems that this 50-litre drum which had been used for storing liquids isn’t rust-proofed after all, which s a surprise.
When I returned, all of the water had leaked away through the hole and as a result the electrical contacts have overheated and shorted out. That’s not done the element too much good either.
Still, it was a nice idea. Live and learn, say I. My next one is going to be a plastic one, I reckon. I hope that that will do better if it can withstand the heat.
Clearing away the cobwebs and the dust, I fought my way up into the attic. I suppose that I really ought to unpack, but I think that that will have to wait until I feel more like it.
I’ve had a tough couple of days and I need to recharge my batteries before I tackle anything else.
And thanks to Liz and Terry for lodging me last night.
