22nd March 2019
I continued to create more holes, the postman thought I was digging even more graves, which gave me an idea. I should contact the police and claim there was a body buried in my garden and wait for the forensic team to dig my hole for me. Only the thought of going to prison put me off the crazy plan.
I fitted the legs that I had made in the US on to my bed frame. These have to be the most traveled pieces of wood ever, well not counting ships, and planes. I can’t imagine what the x-ray looked like at the airport.
Another Lifetime to go 