The house pongs to high heaven this morning. Darryl the plasterer came at the end of play last night and put some bitumen type paint down on the new workshop floor in preparation of putting down the insulation and plywood. Can’t see that it will have dried by the time he comes this morning, especially as it is supposed to have a second coat before he starts work but we shall see. I am not the expert.
It’s going to be the hottest day so far of this particular spell of fine weather. The media are calling it a heatwave but they like to be a bit on the dramatic side innit. I don’t envy Darryl having to work in it though. We will be glad when the work is finished. At least the skip went yesterday. When I got back from the pool it had been replaced by an electrician’s van. All the electrics are now sorted, at least in the workshop.
Up at five thirty as is quite often the case at this time of year. Best time of day. Have come out onto the deck to enjoy the early morning feel. There is that light misty feel to it although it’s not really mist. Hazy. Still slightly damp.
Reminds me about the time I slept on a beach in Greece. I had hitchhiked from Bangor with no real idea of destination other than a cardboard sign emblazoned with the words with St Tropez. I had just finished my first year at uni and wanted to do something with the summer. I walked to the edge of town and a few days later believe it or not ended up in St Tropez! St Tropez was too expensive. I think I must only have had a couple of hundred quid for the whole trip, if that. So I left St Tropez and at a roundabout outside the town bumped into someone going to Greece. Seemed like a good idea so there I went.
I can’t remember the stitch that found me kipping on the beach but I woke up at dawn, partly due to the nuisance of the insects, and strolled into a village where I bought some bread and jam for breakfast and then stuck my thumb out. It took me six hours to get a lift during which time the sun rose higher and higher and I ended uop having to hug a wall to stay in the shade.
I did eventually get a lift off a guy who took me a good distance and dropped me off in a layby. I stuck my thumb out again but before long a police car rolled up and a fierce looking Greek cop with dark glasses and a gun got out of the car. Ey oop I thought. However he ignored me and proceeded to pull cars over in a seemingly random way. Omg I thought again. Who the hell was going to stop to give me a lift with the cop car there. Nobody.
It got worse. Next up three green buses pulled in and out poured a load of soldiers in uniform. I now couldn’t even see the road! I sat on the kerb to contemplate the sitch when a squaddie stopped to talk to me. He understood the awkwardness of the situation and had a chat with the cop who proceeded to pull in the next car and asked (told) the driver to give me a lift. Fair play to him. I must dig out my diary of the trip and digitise it.
Back to the present I’ve now moved inside the shed because insects were beginning to take an interest in me on the deck. I am an insect magnet. Avon Skin So Soft for the win. Also it is all of a sudden nearly twenty past six. Time to make the tea…