The clouds are gathering. Dark and ominous out there. It is going to be an exceedingly wet bank holiday.
My shed is re-roofed. There were moments when I was not sure I would be able to get back down again. After hammering in the nails, sitting with my legs bent as though I was riding a horse, they sort of froze and locked in position, and I had visions of being perched up there forever. David managed to yank my foot back to reach the ladder, and I am just thankful that my camera has expired or you might have seen me lying draped over a shed roof clutching a hammer. Give me strength.
I am not sure my roofing skills would stand up to a hurricane type of wind, but as it is summer soon, I am assuming there will be none of that. I did have one mishap when I threw the roll of roofing felt onto the roof and half the window fell out. That was not in the plans. Never fear.... I have cunningly stuck a melamine tray in the hole until I can find out how to reglaze. I am on a rollercoaster of learning experiences it seems. I do not think I was born to do this, though. I should be sitting sipping Pimms or something. Sigh.
And I am not finished yet! I got out the hedgetrimmers Margaret lent me, plugged them in and started on the hedge. Then I got the ladder and had David hold the bottom as I got higher and higher into the trees wielding them above my head. I looked like a tree myself. I was covered with branches and leaves in a most attractive fashion. Mother, bless her, got a chair and a pair of secateurs and started cutting up the debris for the garden bin. Then the loppers and I attacked the apple tree. And anything else that caught my eye. My garden is scalped. The wheely bin is full and I have piles all over the place.
So, after a trip to the DIY shop to get more nails, (as one can never have too many I feel) and industrial strength mouse killer too, (on the premise that if I am going to empty the shed and sort things, I would like to be certain any rodents are ex-rodents first) I downed tools. I have not seen any mice, but there was one last year which I think I dispatched. But my shed could just be their holiday home for the summer, so I am leaving out a welcome pack. I am nice like that.
So, now I am going to batten down the hatches, and sprawl in front of the TV and drink coffee and relax. And do nothing. I may go and look at my new shed roof when the rain starts. And grin.