The shed saga continues

Saturday 21st Oct - 28 days to go!

Nb this is a very trivial blog, designed to allow beloved in America a chance to see how my bland little life is developing while without him.

Beloved has been gone less than 48 hours and I've finally stopped crying! Things are looking up.

Kat was very concerned about my working with a nail gun - so here's a picture of me juggling stanley knives.



I GOT A SILVER MACHINE
It was good to get a text at 1.30 am to let me know he was safe - I couldn't have slept without knowing. But I was woken 6 hours later by the arrival of the new washing machine - they were passing and would I like it now (at 7.30am) rather than 10 hours later? So I dragged my weary body out of bed into the half light (or should that be half life?) and we are now the proud owners of a wonderful washing machine that works...oh, and doesn't smell! I have obviously spent the day piling more and more into said silver square. It has not objected too much, so far.

I BEEN SKYPED
I suppose it was a good idea. Kat and I can talk to each other for free. I've no idea how it works, but it does. Well, it did. I figured that gorgeous kreecher stuck in Seattle would be awake early and so I pressed the button that said "Skype me". It had a smiley face, so it looked nice and friendly. A few minutes later, I notice I've missed a call from some foreign stranger. And then another man is chatting to me, telling me how beautiful I am in my photograph. I say thank you and please go away. Then the phone rings. Not the weirdo in chat I pray. No worse. A Frenchman. Who doesn't speak English. Non parlez Francais! I shout down the phone in a bizarre mixture of Italiano Franco (I was under pressure). Eventually, I put the phone down on him - to the hysterics of my now disinherited children. Who are all these men? What have I done? And the little smiley face grins back at me. He knows. And suddenly so do I. I remove evil yellow clown smiley face. A little while later my beloved is awake and online. Yay! We talk with a weird 2 second gap - so we constantly interrupt each other and then stop abruptly because we hear the other one talking, in a dreadful and incessant loop. Chatting via skype or messenger might be easier, but it was still good to hear his voice. And he still loves me, so my darkest fears aren't realised then. Well, not yet anyway.

THE SHED

Now feeling refreshed and happier, I decide it's time to begin the shed. Me muvver turns up and we make a start. It was hard work, but not as bad as I thought it would be. The knife cut into the polystyrene like butter. My mum's measuring left a little to be desired, but kept us amused.

Later, Tom came out to help me finish off and it was a joy to work with him. Here's a shot of me throwing stanley knives at him and one of him dancing his way out of trouble....

































The first part of the insulation is done. Sadly, I was hoping to go to an art event tonight and do a spot of being artistic thingy, but when I start something I just have to finish it. Tomorrow will be trickier - we have to cut up the hardboard with a jigsaw and something called a workmate or bench or big blue thing stuck by the shed.

Tune in for the next post straight from Poole General Hospital.