IN THE BALANCE

Behold a voice crying in the Winklesea - make straight in the desert a highway for my building control application.

All 100 pages have been sent off in duplicate - half of which are from Steel Neil. Hopefully it will be weighed in the balance and found heavy enough.

Bexhill may be the pit for the arts, but it's where the officer resides, and I am in his lap - along with this blog. To be booed off at Bexhill is the ultimate shame - I am told.

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.

HOW MUCH?

Followers of the Grand Designs programme will know that all schemes are over budget and late, but it's worth it in the name of art, or even worse, getting what you want. So I had better stick my figures to the mast. The budget is £**,*** (Suki has removed this information) and the finishing date is - well probably never - but I hope we will be comfortably inside for summer 2011. This is a Modest Design.

God is in control. This was clarified by snow after the global warming conference - look on my works ye mighty and despair! It was an angry sea today, cold wet and windy, after a beautiful calm and sunny yesterday. The lorries are carrying the shingle back up The Channel and the vast bulldozer is spreading it around - I want that job. I think the weather is going to play a bigger part in my scheme than I anticipated.

Suki will be coming down tomorrow to decide which books to part from forever. Then I shall be in a position to have all our stuff taken off to store. Yesterday I was smashing up the concrete around the drains which left me all shook up this morning. An earthquake would be of some assistance at this stage.

WHY ?

1. Because I am fed up with the old bungalow which is made of 2b2, asbestos cement and corrugated iron. The new bungalow will be snug and have sea views.

2. I'm 51 and I need a challenge.

3. I like doing this sort of thing.

4. What else am I going to leave behind me which is permanent (subject to sea level rise)?

5. Tax avoidance (not evasion!).

6. I'm hoping to create asset value (subject to sea level rise).

7. Why blog it? - so that if I fail, I can provide maximum enjoyment to my friends!