We fitted the loft ladder. But that wasn't good enough for her... You're 'not going out bivying until you've sorted out that there loft' she said, or something to that effect. So i thought, and planned my next move.
'All you're ever fixing is your bikes'... 'why do they constantly need something doing them'. In between all that she gave me a bit of consoling for my Stan. Whilst that was happening I booked myself a cheap train ticket, so I could force myself to sleep in a ditch (obviously) - post Rvalues being better - and get my March BAM done whilst going to try and catch that, there, train...
So I thought some more... What'd buy me some time and not get me clobbered when she finds out about that ticket. So I ripped the naffed plasterboards down. So I could make a right mess and go to work tomorrow whilst she considers the consequences of her actions... and possibly feels a little bit sorry for me. My mate Ali will be proud




Ain't it pretty.... Lockdown projects. Next on the list, making a massive concrete slab to then build a shed like Jeffs (well, not quite like Jeffs... mine will take a lot longer and possibly a but bodgy)...
