Wabster...

...a thick fog start to the day here in the borderlands. Ideal weather for an invasion, thank goodness we're not Greenland or Panama. 

After breaky and bird feeder watching (one and the same thing), I wrestled the dehumidifier into the loft next to the roof beams that had been exposed to the elements by broken roof tiles. I'll leave it doing its thing for 24hours and see how it looks tomorrow, however it already looks dry. Belts n braces. 

Next I wrestled (more wrestling) an abandoned electric fire down from the garage rafters, a 'gift' from the previous owner.  With our planning submission lodged with ra cooncil, re-building might start soon, so I've begun to empty the garage of the crap left behind at the exchange, e.g. old tins of paint, crappy laminate flooring off-cuts, etc. To be fair, the previous owner was a widow, living alone and some of this stuff is heavy, so it's little wonder she gifted it to us. 

My beer order arrived from Beak Brewery in Lewes,  so if we are invaded I have a supply to keep me going for a bit. Some tins of beans might help too. 

Then to the dump to recycle the electric fire, via the village vet to collect Sparky's ashes. Not sure what's to be done with them, my sister says she has several such tubes of her dogs stored in the attic. 

The impact of my phone call about Aunty K's will has began to shake through the family news channels, and it has caused some upset. However, the anger isn't aimed at me, and sometimes the right thing isn't the easy thing. The person who can answer the questions being asked is no longer here. 

Ok, more positively, fingers crossed that this fog lifts and I can saddle-up for another cycle. Yesterday's was a belter and I'd much prefer it to cycling on the spot in the kerosene fumes of the garage.