It’s overcast and grey outside and we couldn’t be happier; it’s been a week of hard graft.
East wall painting: finished. The blue of our windowsills makes our hearts sing.
Our muscles are groaning, our hands chaffed and blistered, and we’re finding it difficult to string coherent sentences together. ‘Twere it sunny we’d be honour bound to drag our sorry selves outside to attend to the next thing down on the To Do list.
Brick cleaning phase one: finished and in place as a temporary wind break.
We’re not going to lie to you: throwing open the curtains to grey, menacing skies (which obligingly didn’t open during the morning chore-round) was the cause of a spontaneous round of Homestead High-fives.
The bike shed 90 degrees rotation (think getting a bus out of a minis parking space) would have been a little easier for two of the more vertically challenged Homesteaders had Mel the cat not chosen to oversee proceedings.
So it was decided to take the weekend off. Two whole days!
The Bike Shed in place as The Wood Shed. Sadly no photographic evidence exists of the process of resiting. You’ll have to ask the Ezekiel Tigerlilys about that 🙂
The list is never ending and sometimes you’ve just got to stop and, if not smell the roses, at least blob inside.
Firewood treasure hunt (the proof that one man’s trash is another man’s treasure): done.
So, today is for drinking coffee, reading, talking and doing something The Bean Counter banned us mentioning until now for fear of jinxing our run: watching the cricket.
Please do excuse me; South Africa and Pakistan are currently battling it out on the TV and there’s a new batch of coffee brewing. Have a wonderful weekend from all of us here on the Homestead.