Hello, everybody.
Just a quick note because I am having a few days diary holiday. Mark leaves on Thursday and we are frantically trying to do everything that we should have done over Christmas but were distracted by children and adventures.
Today Mark has been at the farm sawing up firewood. I have changed the sheets and tried to scrub away some of the Christmas grime.
We have a dust extractor at the bottom of the stairs. It coughed and coughed and stopped working the other day, so today I hoovered it out.
Its blackened contents completely filled the hoover. It was not at all nice, and made me very glad that it was there, imagine if we had been breathing in all that lot.
When Mark came back we dashed over to the van to make a start – at long last – on the new rebuild project.
We took the plans with us and started drawing them on the floor in chalk.
Somehow it looks much fuller when it is in the actual van than it does on the plan, even though it is exactly to scale. We frowned and moved things about and checked that we had room for opening doors and for Mark’s shoulders to go through things, and we think we will make it all fit.
It does not matter about my shoulders. I am not carrying the weight of our troubles on mine and so they can be squeezed through everywhere.
We don’t have many troubles really. Really it is just because I have shrunk since I stopped eating so many sweets, although I confess that I have eaten absolutely loads and loads this evening. Lucy bought us some Hotel Chocolats for Christmas, and we opened them after dinner whilst we were watching a film about poor Prince Andrew being stitched up by the BBC. Once we started eating them it was quite difficult to stop, even though I was feeling quite sick after a while. They were very nice.
We are about to go to bed. It is ten o’clock, but we have got to get up early in the morning because we are taking the truck for its MOT, so we are going to have to dash off, not least because snow is forecast.
I am not surprised. It is terribly, terribly cold here, minus five at the last look, but no snow just yet. In the end we came in out of the van because I had got too cold to carry on. I do not mind the cold when I am walking, or when I am busy, but it is not very nice when you are just standing about pondering things.
It is very exciting indeed.
I am off to bed.
I will see you again in a few days.
