wtf?
Said I’d give Anne a hand moving some stuff in the attic today. She seemed to think that meant straight away after breakfast and for a prolonged period of time. I figured I’d ease into the day. Ah well. There’s always Sunday morning for the easing. Sunday is when I normally reserve for doing jobs whereas Anne indulges in her hobby of going to church at that time (“it’s not a hobby Tref it’s a way of life” :).
Down to two kids at home now and tomorrow back to one.
Last night I met Coops, Ajax and Jezzer in the Prince of Wales for early doors. Coops had been at it since 3pm as the police had been round telling everyone in Great Northern Terrace to evacuate the area. A digger had gone through the main gas main. The whole of Lincoln was gridlocked because of the road closures. Took Anne 20 minutes just to get to the bypass – taking Joe to Newark Northgate.
Had a v pleasant few beers with the lads before being picked up by (the lovely) Anne and coming home to the paella I had prepared earlier. Perfect timing really.
Today has started wet. It’s normal.
Peugeot loaded up to go to the tip. Had to draw the line at emptying all the eaves. There is still some junk there but it mostly would involve a crawl to get it so my view is that if it isn’t in the way let it stay there. Also the whole point of an attic is to be able to store things up there. If it then gets shifted to the eaves then it isn’t particularly accessible not in such a good environment.
Webs has now taken Hannah to pick up Lois. Hannah is taking Lois for a surprise birthday treat at the Branston Hall Spa. Fair play.
We still have to shift stuff to one side of the attic so that Darren the plasterer can get at the walls when he comes in on Tuesday.
Been reading lots of online accounts of the coast to coast walk. Not found one yet that describes the bit of the walk from Rosthwaite to Patterdale in one day. This looks like toughie with two ascents. I found an account by one Dutch guy who only made it to Grassmere by 2.50 and decided to get a taxi the rest of the way. It would be a shame if that was the case for us. We need to do the whole shebang.
Brightening up out – it’s normal 🙂
It’s Grand National day today. I have a list of gee gees to bet on from the family. It’s the once a year bet. The kids expect me to put the money down but expect to keep any winnings themselves!
No winnings.
Lasagne for tea. Bath and early night. Up north tomorrow.
Featured image is of flies stuck to the band I put around the pear tree to try and stop mites getting up and causing yellow leaves again.
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