Ok, so I’ve started revising Silverlocks. This might be a bit slow because I’ve basically slapped her in a big old dilapidated house, which is a bit reminiscent of the house in 7 Snotties! These are the pitfalls. I seem to have a penchant for poor but proud versus brass, no class. Must do better. Maybe a listed farmhouse, with mediaeval ruins in the basement? Hmm…
Car front.
The little VW Up is working well, but is so different to the Honda Fit. You can feel it changing gear even though it’s an automatic. No worries, we adapt.
Covid front.
Still waiting for the booster. Over 90% of the population double jabbed but the numbers keep rising. What is that? Somebody needs to do the maths. Took the bus down to town yesterday, for the first time in ages. Masked and sanitized.
It’s a beautiful trip through the autumn countryside, with the yellow fields, the green hedges and trees in varying shades of green, yellow, orange and even reds. Amazing.
Downstairs loo.
All installed and piped but to date, no door. Bloke downstairs even as I write, boxing in pipes, hopefully re-fitting the door and, also hopefully, doing the painting. Actually, we can do the painting if he’d just do the ceilings.