This is a jolly short entry because a) I haven’t done very much of gripping interest with my day, and b) the thing I have managed to do is to drink three glasses of wine. I have done this with enthusiasm, however, and now I am feeling ever so slightly the worse for wear.
We are not working. Hurrah, hurrah.
We should have gone to work really.
It was raining hard when we stopped working on the camper van, so we stopped at the Chinese restaurant on our way back, to collect our lodger from her night of hospitable labour, and we couldn’t help but notice that there were some people waiting on the taxi rank.
Mark considered chucking me out and popping across the road to pick them up, but decided against it in the face of my determined objections, and also the difficulty that we had got a boot full of dogs. He did absent-mindedly pick up some people once when he had the dogs in the back, the ride stopped in a hurry when one of the dogs stuck his head over the seat and licked an Arab passenger’s ear, making her scream, it appears that Arabs do not much like dogs. We have not repeated the experiment.
In the end, of course, we did not go to work, and after a couple of minutes some taxis did turn up to pick people up, but we will probably have to go back tomorrow. It is very decadent indeed to have two days off in a week, and we should not do it in August.
There, I have confessed my guilt and hedonistic idleness, I do not deserve to have such a splendid luxurious life because I have not paid for it in true toil and sweat.
We will go back to work tomorrow.
That is tomorrow. Tonight we have had cheese and crackers for dinner and some very nice wine, and we are doing nothing whatsoever. This is glorious.
We got up very late this lunchtime, mostly because of not getting home from work until after five, and of course when we had finished clearing up children’s laundry and leftover chicken nuggets, we dashed joyfully off to the farm, free to indulge ourselves in our Special Interest.
The picture at the top is my effort. I haven’t finished it yet, the snowboarding mouse still needs some work as does the tree-root house, but you get the idea.
Mark has been painstakingly rebuilding the interior electrics. This has involved a great deal of tongue-sticking-out concentration and focussed muttering. We now have properly functioning lights and a fridge.
He is powering the whole lot with a lithium ion battery which he is taking apart to build a thing called a power wall, to be charged both by the engine and also by his solar panels. It is entirely technical and beyond my capacity to explain sensibly, so I won’t bother trying. He has explained it in very great detail but of course I wasn’t listening properly, and hence still don’t know, reminiscent of geography lessons at school. Reminiscent of most lessons at school, actually.
I have run out of things to tell you, and also would like to go to bed very much.
A bientôt.
