It’s been many years since I’ve used loft insulation. But I recall how horrible it was to handle and wasn’t looking forward to putting some in the shed.
Developments in insulation have clearly passed me by though; the recycled plastic variety we bought last night is itch-free and great to handle.
Unfortunately, doubling up has left me with a shortfall and I’ve had to stop for the day.
Finally made a start.
After an exhausting tent cleaning exercise, we’ve had a trip to B&Q to purchase wood, plaster, insulation and concrete blocks.
All but the latter are for the interior of our shed. The shed, which isn’t really a shed, is a twice abandoned project. Work discontinued two years ago because the plaster (covering the damp proofing) refused to dry out.
Having entered the shed a couple of weeks ago, for the first time in a year, I noticed that the plaster appeared to be dry. With some time on my hands this week, I thought it wise to resume work on my future brewery.
A stove has been ordered too, arriving later in the week. As shall our new shed. A real shed, constructed from wood, not stone.
I believe I’ve earned a rest.
After both dusty and muddy festivals this summer, our tent was in serious need of a wash.
Our kitchen wall is a vast expanse of arachnid prairie.
So I’m a little worried that our spider may not find a mate.
Mr Rouleau is a great bloke, an excellent festival companion.
Field mice, head lice, spiders in the kitchen …
It’s important to have a housesitter while you’re at a festival.
He (or she) is nameless. Well, he (or she) may have a spider name.
It’s been an inhabitant of our kitchen for a couple of weeks now. He’s (or she’s) now firmly a part of the household, though. So we could trust her (or him) to look after the house.
Eels are, as most people who know me, aware, are my most favourite band. If you have a spare minute, have a listen to Flyswatter.
My first shower in four days was quite delightful. Our second Kendal Calling was rather nice though.
So nice that very few pictures were taken.
One new discovery was made though; Glastonbury’s third stage, West Holts, was the main stage at Kendal.
We’re in Penrith. With sunshine and mud.
Well, a decision is going to take longer than planned. All offers for the chapel have been put to God this afternoon.
And he shall now deliberate for a few days.