I’m sure that wasn’t there when I left this morning
When the roofers began to take the tiles off the outside of the kitchen roof, the innards came tumbling down. It wasn’t entirely unexpected – the interior walls will have to be replaced anyway – but coming home to a couple of inches of ancient crud on the stove was not the happy Friday I was looking for.
Uncle B had it worse. Not only did he put up with the banging and crashing all day, but he stuck his hand in a gardening glove and something inside stung him horribly.
Marvelous how the sunlight sparkles on the cobwebs, yes?
Soon, gin will make it all better. Have a better weekend, everyone!
November 1, 2024 — 7:01 pm
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