Short post, because I have been drinking.
Hurrah, hurrah, we are having a night off. Mark is feeling better, still itchy and a bit swollen, but on the whole normal-looking, which is splendid. Also he is not swooning like a Victorian heroine every five minutes, so our world is once again looking up.
Especially good is the night off. We are not working at all, not planning to work later, not in any way sitting on a taxi rank.
You have got no idea how blissfully lovely that is.
We got up early to go to the farm. We did not even have coffee in bed. We were so dedicated to the project of finishing the camper van that we did not stay in bed for ages drinking coffee. We got up and put the coffee in a flask and took it with us. We were very impressed with ourselves about this.
We went shopping first. We went to Autoparts for an enormous piece of steel to glue into the camper van. We have used lots of this. We have bought any number of sheets of metal over the last few months, we have got a truly patchwork camper now. This should be the last. As an extra bonus, there should even be some spare to do Number One Daughter’s camper van as well, which is our next project.
After that we went to look for some leather-look fabric to cover the new dashboard, but there wasn’t any that we liked. Please don’t worry about this, because we managed to find some that was just perfect on the Internet this evening, so that was all right. It is a deep brown pretend suede, we are going to cover the dashboard in foam and then stick the suede over the top. Mark is going to do this, because I have got eight more thumbs than most people and would inevitably make a pig’s ear of it.
We went to Asda to acquire spicy cheese-stuffed pizza for tea. This is not in accordance with our new policy of ethical purchasing but we had run out of cash and as usual, our principles were the very first thing to vanish out of the window. In any case I needed to go somewhere for a wee.
After Asda we finally finished up at the farm. Mark sighed with happiness as we opened our longed-for flask of coffee, and said how odd life was, that one could find perfect contentment in a draughty shed with a flask of coffee, an enormous quantity of dogs, and a lot of work to do.
I agreed wholeheartedly, except about the dogs, whose growling and wrestling kept crashing into my scary scaffolding and giving me exciting moments as I swayed about and painted.
You can see the results at the top. I am having such a lovely time doing it.
In the end we had got to go.
We were intoxicated with the sheer joy of not-workingness. We ate spicy pizza and drank too much.
Life is brilliantly brilliant.
