FAILED ALREADY

The issue of using the existing foundations for my new building is being questioned by Bother District Council. I am having sleepless nights worrying, whereas this scheme is supposed to be fun. There’s only one thing for it. Call in the heavy guns. That means Steel Neil – the structural engineer.

A happy day was spent exposing foundations etc. Neil seems understanding of my objectives – in theory - but is going away to think about it. He will look into the soil mechanics of shingle and talk to Bother DC on my behalf.

So I have failed already. I can no longer say that I designed this building all by myself. But defeat is the better admitted.

MOVIN OUT

The road is dreadful at the moment – full of iced pot holes. The smart lady with knee-high leather boots arrived from Bournes in a red mini. A lesser woman might have given up. Bournes – what a good name for a removal company. I imagine that, when Edith Swan-Neck moved in with Harold, she gave Mr Bourne a tinkle. But things never last. After the Norman invasion, the Bournes were set up for life. All our stuff has been calculated and is ready to go.