I feel like a builder. I have finished demolition, it's taken too long, it's been hard work, I have a cold - probably due to dust and depression. The majority thinking I am mad is weighing in the balance. A holiday is due. Happily we are off to British Columbia for three weeks to forget about everything.
On the up side, Fred has come to help. He is young and strong. We had fun making concrete from shingle which we washed in a barrow and mixed with sand, ballast and cement. We laid 32 concrete blocks on Friday morning, which did me in; but Fred cycled home 58 miles in the afternoon. I struggled to keep awake on the motorway content that we now have a meter kiosk for the temporary electricity supply (minus the roof).
Last week we burned all the old timber which took all day - a theraputic baptism of fire, but not very green.
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