20th April 2018
Another trip to Wickes in Trowbridge to purchase another six bags of plaster. The Shogun groaned as I loaded the bags, I have given the vehicle a hard time, but it has been brilliant. I have carried a variety of things from bags of rubble to grandchildren to school, and it feels like a workman’s truck, but without the copy of the Sun on the dashboard. I get the knowing nods from my fellow builders as I groan loudly with each twenty-five kilo sack I load. I haven’t yet mastered the skill of carrying the sack on my shoulder like a sleeping child, I’d rather hold it close to my tummy like an extended belt.
The air was cool, and the mist was hanging in the valley, and I was gasping as I carried the plaster to the cottage. Six times I scaled the dreaded slope, my body has to be getting used to this? Would I ever get a six-pack? I doubt it now, I’m lucky that I haven’t had a heart attack.
Later in the morning I had a delivery of timber for the bathroom floor and skirting boards, at last a job that I can do.
I struggled up the slope with this oversize load, the sun beating down on my already red bounce.
I set up my chop saw to cut the skirting into the different lengths to fit the room. I worked around Andy and Ollie and marked the pieces that I then cut. Each piece was then labelled, and loaded into the truck.
As the day drew to a close, I surveyed the progress. The high wall next to the stairs still needs to be completed. I celebrated by opening a can of black currant flavoured cider, it was disgusting.
Loading my glowing body into the truck, I set off for my weekend retreat.
Another Lifetime to go 