Scrap yard chish & fips

Arrived home from work this morning in time to wake up the three furry idiots. Tried to get This one to stay in bed for a longer snooze but he was chomping at the bit to get on with DIY.

By the time I had taken the woofers up the hill to empty their tanks, PW had zoomed into town for supplies.

I caught up with a few chores and then helped PW unload his van of various bits of wood and sheeting...I think this means that soon the 'destroyed room' will look more pretty.

After feeding PW a cheesy bacon sandwich and lots of coffee I took dem dogs out again and got pelted with 50mph hail. Returned with my face feeling like a pin cushion.

As I am getting ready to return to work I can hear PW screwing and grunting...