11th September 2019
I continued work on my log store, dodging the rain, checking the weather on my phone, no rain, shaking my fist towards the sky.
This means I have to turn off power to my extension cable, carry the saw back into the shed, and run back to the house. Then it stops, and I check my phone again. It says no rain, but now I don’t believe it, so I go outside and check the sky. It is bright blue sky and warm, so I start getting the tools out again.
The structure of the log store is complete, but I need timber to complete the cladding.
So off to Wickes again for supplies. Whilst there I witnessed the worse case of workman’s crack I have ever seen. It was so bad that the wind whistling over it sounding like a moose mating call.
There should be a polite way of letting the person know what they are displaying. I think a red flag that can be placed into the crack darkness might work.
I met up with the gang at the Mint Room for another wonderful Indian meal. The evening was spoilt by a loud mouthed drunken Londoner.
In America this would be a typical red-necked Trump supporter, where the brain cell he had was stored down the crack of his arse.
Another Lifetime to go 