It is not very late but I am terribly sleepy.
We seem to have had a very busy day. I have started to write to you and suddenly realised that I can hardly stop yawning.
Mark has finished Elspeth’s van.
That is to say, he has done all of the obvious things. He has fixed the things that he has noticed are sufficiently crumbly to be MOT failures, so with any luck that will be enough and the MOT man won’t notice anything else.
He can’t do very much about it if the MOT man is feeling exuberantly observant, because he goes away in a very few days now, and so misfortunately if it fails then Elspeth will have to find a real mechanic.
We have all got our fingers crossed that it passes. Real mechanics are always busy until three weeks next Thursday.
My own taxi is also going for an MOT tomorrow, but we do not have the first idea if it will pass or not, since neither of us has looked at it. I walked round it this afternoon and checked that all of the tyres were still there, but even that was stretching my expertise to its absolute limits. It needs cleaning, and neither of us has done that either, but Mark said optimistically that tomorrow is another day and we will just have to get up early.
Hence we will be going to bed just as soon as I have finished writing to you.
I did not go with Mark to Elspeth’s. I stayed here and put the first coat of paint on my ugly garden fairy. She is skin-coloured now with a purple hat.
I am going to make her cross-eyed, I think, that would be funny.
I took the dogs over the fells and cooked things for dinner, and as soon as Mark came back we went rushing off to spend the last few daylight hours in our own van.
Obviously it would have been more sensible to have spent them giving my taxi a pre-MOT check but we didn’t.
Instead we started the generator and I welded in the aluminium supports for the new back windows and Mark cut the holes for the windows. He did this with the jigsaw, leaning out of the hole in the middle and cutting from the outside with his left hand, which impressed me very much. I could not have done it even with my right hand and my tongue sticking out.
When he had done that he started cutting out the pieces to go in the holes in the roof.
The roof is going to be very full of things. We have got four enormous solar panels and four enormous windows to go on it.
None of the windows will go in the same places as the old ones and so those holes need filling in first.
We are starting on that project now, with any luck we will get one filled in tomorrow whilst my taxi is having its MOT.
We probably won’t get much done after that because we will very probably be busy rushing round trying to get the taxi fixed so that it will actually pass its MOT.
I will let you know how it goes on.
In other news, you will perhaps be interested to hear that Lucy and Jack have decided to get married in November. That means that I have got two daughters getting married this year, because as I think I told you, the Mrs. Number Two Daughters are getting married in September.
I do not think that we can afford to go to Canada for the Number Two Daughters, so they have promised that they will come over to England and have a huge Now We Are Married party next year.
We will like that.
Lucy and Jack think that they might like to get married in Kendal Town Hall. I like this idea because of it being handily close by, and I could even pop into Marks and Spencer if it turned out that I had forgotten anything.
Lucy is flapping about it. She has been reading about wedding planners, and is already going on about flower arrangements.
We can’t afford that either, so we are going to have to win the lottery.
If we finish the camper van in time we could always sell the house.
Have a picture of a complete nuisance.
