Yes, dark grey skies, miserable windy wet rainy weather and not a trace of the sun anywhere. It’s just like old times.
So this morning, even though I had an early night I don’t know how I managed to sleep through both alarm clocks and it was 09:40 when I woke up. And you can tell that the weather has changed as it was warmer in here. And also a full 9.5 degrees warmer than downstairs so this insulating lark is definitely working. In fact, even as I write, there’s no heating on in this room.
This morning I fitted another vertical on the first floor. That’s the last of the free-standing ones. The afternoon saw me commence the first one of the ones that will be up against the wall. That needs to be planned carefully as the fitted wardrobe in the bedroom will start here.
But I didn’t get much done as once again I was held in conversation on the phone, firstly by the guy who is sorting out my webhosting and secondly by a guy with a 30 year-old Ford Transit. I noticed it on the car park at Brico Depot the other day and happened to see that its tyres were somewhat the worse for wear. The Luton Transit is the same model as his, and I have two almost-new spare tyres that would be worth a fair bit of dosh for someone, as well as all of the other bits when I start to break it. So I left a note under his windscreen wipers with my telephone number. He’s interested in the tyres and a few other bits and he might come round on Sunday.
It was almost pitch-black by 17:00 and so I knocked off early and came upstairs. If I’m going to have the light on I may as well have the light on up here in comfort.
Sounds good to me… I did try selling parts of my old Suzuki but nobody wanted them. They all wanted to pay over the odds for parts, new from the shop or buy them from a scrapyard again at over the odds! I never have had any luck selling old vehicles.
Scrapping old cars is one of the earliest forms of recycling and is totally environmentally-friendly.
I know. It was very strange. In Swansea, I could never sell parts of anything. I used to come across a load of idiots who would buy new or buy secondhand from anybody but a private individual. Hence of course, spare parts places were few and far between. The Hoover mechanic and the electrolux mechanics both said that people bought things then threw them out rather than repairing them.