12th September 2019
The last fixing went through the wood strip and the log store structure was complete.
The last part was fitting a roof. I had decided to use feather edged boards, something I was not familiar with. I opened the pack and spent a while staring at the pieces wondering how the heck they fitted. I tried it one way with the tapered edge at the bottom, however when I placed the next piece on top the angle of the roof changed dramatically. This couldn’t be right.
In desperation I reached for the oracle, YouTube.
I came across this old guy who was explaining how it was done. He droned on about the different types of cladding, feather, square edge, five inch, six inch, and on.
Twenty minutes in I was asleep, I woke up with a start, realising I had missed the important part, which meant running it back and rewatching it. When he got to the point of defining the calculation for a cubic foot of timber I gave up again.
I went back to my log store structure and turned the feather board around with the thick edge at the bottom, bingo! That was how they were oriented.
A few minutes later everything was finished, I was now looking at a complete log-less log store.
I finally managed to sell the old composter to someone on Marketplace, I only got £5 for it, but at least I didn’t have to take it to the dump.
The girl turned up in a Nissan Leaf, and I couldn’t help thinking that I was only going to get a fiver for something I had advertised originally for twenty. Was she only interested in it because it was a fiver? I was hearing “tight ass, tight ass” going around my head, and as she handed me the money, I smiled, gritting my teeth.
It reminded me of a time in Holland when Kelli and I went to pick up a furniture piece. It was advertised at twenty five dollars, but we made an offer of twenty, and the lady said no. As a final response we offeredtwenty two, as that was all the cash we had on us, she accepted that, a difference of two frikkin’ dollars. No wonder she squeaked when she walked back into her house.
I had a wonderful evening with Jeanine and Mark listening to stories of discreetly trying to collecting sunflowers in Bavaria, and recollections of gaping green shorts from Mark’s childhood made me chuckle all the way home.
We all carry amusing stories around with us, and it’s great to be able to share them, as long as we are brave enough to admit to them.
Another Lifetime to go 