\u2026 I\u2019m back home. <\/p>\n
At least I think I am, but I\u2019m not sure because I can\u2019t actually see anything. I\u2019m rather overgrown with weeds as it happens.<\/p>\n
It’s not just the corn that is as high as an elephant’s eye.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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\u2019s not done the element too much good either. <\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
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.<\/p>\n
I’ve had a tough couple of days and I need to recharge my batteries before I tackle anything else.<\/p>\n
And thanks to Liz and Terry for lodging me last night. <\/p>\n
