Hurrah for wine.
We are having a night not working and we are drinking wine.
We have already drunk quite a lot of it, so probably I won’t carry on writing my diary for very long at all.
Mark went off to Kendal this morning where he managed to organise some brake hoses that can be bashed about until they will fit the camper van.
I can’t give any more technical details than that. Mark explained to me exactly how they needed to be modified but I wasn’t actually listening properly. I said: “goodness,” in all of the right places, but my listening skills have not improved much since school, and hence I have got no more idea of what he is going to do than I could explain what you should do when x is on both sides of the equation.
Whilst he was faffing about in Kendal I pegged the washing outside and washed up and set the self-motivating hoover off. It is a nice hoover but it is painfully obvious that the days of robots taking over the world are a very long way off indeed. It can’t even manage to work out what is the best thing to do when you bump into a chair leg. Also it is very easily outwitted by the dogs. This is not optimistic for the high-tech old age I have been hoping for, I can reassure the anxious that the days of technology transforming our lives into Blake’s Seven are a long way away yet.
Dearie me, I have had a lot of wine.
When Mark got back we went over to the farm. He has been cutting some holes in the side of the camper van. He has got to do this before I paint it, because if I cover the whole thing with glorious artistic masterworks and then he suddenly gets his gas axe out I will not be pleased.
We need holes for the new cassette loo in order that we do not have to keep carrying buckets of poo out through the kitchen. Also he has modified the water heater in that he has put another one in next to it. We have had a creative idea about heated towel rails and water from the engine radiator and other things that I mostly understood before the wine but have got no chance of explaining now. Either way we will have constant hot water which has necessitated another hole in the side of the van.
He has re-organised the floor in the bathroom, mostly with a table top that his sister is chucking out. We are putting the loo on a little step because we are hoping that the camper van will last into our old age. Our hips are creaky already and so we think that having an easily accessible loo will make us happy when we become ancient and incontinent. Advance planning, that’s the thing.
I might have had more to drink than I should have done.
We came home very late and happy. The Lake District is having a heatwave at the moment, this has been forecast everywhere and is very exciting. I was so pleased about it that I left my third jumper and second pair of socks in the car this morning, although I regret to tell you that I put them all on again after ten minutes. However I am pleased to tell you that once I was properly dressed I was not in the least chilly, so perhaps the summer really is on its way.
I am going to leave this because of alcohol-related difficulties.
I have had a lovely day. It is wonderful to be painting in the sunshine and then to drink wine.
I haven’t taken a picture so you have got one I took at work the other night which turned out to be the only one which was not blurry.
xxx
