Once again I am sitting on the taxi rank, and I am not going to write very much because not very much has been happening to me. I have been sitting here for ages trying to think of things to tell you that are not dull, but I haven’t managed it so I am afraid you are stuck either with dull or with finding something else to read.
It is jolly quiet, I have been here for ages and only done one job. After the first hour of sitting here I got bored and went for a swim.
Mark stayed here because he had had enough exercise bashing out a new lid to go over the camper van engine all day, but when I got back after swimming a whole kilometre and having a sauna and an ice plunge and a shower he still hadn’t had a customer, so I didn’t miss anything.
It has been spring today, so much so that I got all of my washing dry on the washing line outside. Well, almost, the last bits came in to air off in front of the fire, but I was ridiculously pleased with myself, as if I had managed to arrange the sunshine by my own efforts. We have got clean sheets and clean towels and clean dishcloths and clean clothes, and they all smell of the garden, which would be nicer if the dogs didn’t wee in it so much.
Happily as well, I had a visitor. My friend Kate came over to see me, and we had pots of nice chai tea and I had somebody to talk to whilst got dinner ready and folded washing. This is one of my very nicest ways to spend a day. I should have dusted the dresser whilst I had somebody to talk to, but I was too lazy and just sat drinking tea instead.
Mark went to the farm and did things to the camper van. He is rebuilding the engine lid, and he said it is going to take him most of the week because it is a difficult shape. He has had to make a piece of wood into the right sort of curve and then bash the metal over the top of it.
I am pleased about this, because this lid has been an embarrassing bit of camper van for a while, it is awful when you open it and your fingers just poke through the holes in it. If anybody is standing next to you they look at you as if you are the epitome of motoring wickedness.
It is now midnight, and since I started writing this at eight o’ clock I have done another job. I have made nearly ten pounds now.
I am going to leave you and go and read my book. It is a splendid book about monitoring outcomes for heart surgeons.
Maybe tomorrow will be more exciting.
Have a photograph of some sunshine.
