Hut repairs!!

Sunday 5:44 p.m.
They actually had an eight foot by four foot bit of plywood in Homebase, so I bought that and some nails, and carried it to the allotment on my head and shoulders.

I don't fix things, Jack. I don't do things with things. When I was a kid, I heard the cursing and swearing coming from the older males in my family as they repaired a fuse up there at the dark end of the lobby. Sitting with my maw and the other wee ones round a candle in the living room seemed a much better situation to be in. I think that was then I decided never to learn to do anything useful like fixing fuses, or taps, or painting and decorating, or anything like that. Some folk actually seem to enjoy that kind of thing. I would have liked to give some of these kinds of people the enjoyment of fixing my hut, but no one was in the slightest bit interested. Basturns. The Domestic Bliss said she had a hammer. I did not know that. It would have been nice if she'd offered to use it on the hut, but at least she let me borrow it.

I don't think the rats will be able to eat me up during the night now if I decide to hide up there for a bit this summer. Hurrah!