22 Apr 2025

22.04.2025 Jo, Heave-ho!

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  Tuesday 22nd 48F/9C. Bright overcast as the sun tries to break through. A day of light rain and some sunshine.

 Up at 6.45 after a couple of false starts. Thankfully I no longer have to get up. To escape from the torment of memories of my late wife. It took me three years to accept my human imperfection.

 No immediate plans for today. My hands are still aching from handling the bayonet saw on the observatory timbers. It is a heavy and vicious tool. With massive vibration however I try to use it. I might have had more luck with the chainsaw. Though the blade and multiple chains are all knackered. So the chains often shed at the first attempt at a cut. None of the big shed outlets carry the 16"/40cm spares. So I will have to order them online.

 The remains of the observatory are a hideous mess. Which requires sorting and neat stacking. Preferably where it doesn't get in the way of further progress. Again this requires my hands can manage the loads involved. I ought to rest them after yesterday's demolition antics. Even a longer ride on the e-bike takes a toll on my hands and wrists. Despite my organizing a bolt-upright riding position. Lifting the electric kettle and screwing up some packaging proved painful this morning. It's my own fault. For pretending I am still a teenager.  

 8.10 Enough waffling. Time for a walk.

 8.45 I limited myself to a loop around the neighbour's, shared drives. The sun broke through but only for a few minutes. Birds were everywhere. Singing, calling and flying. Even a flock of starlings. Still no sign of any swallows. The nice neighbour's goats were standing on their hind legs and browsing on an apple tree. Spring has fully sprung. With fresh green foliage and blossom all over the place. 

 I had a call from the carport dealer. They can't provide a smaller delivery vehicle. The packaging is over 5m in length. The longest components being the gutters. The packaged, construction kit is loaded onto lorries from the side. Using a fork lift truck. 

 Which, going on past experience, usually means the driver will just dump it on the verge. At the far end of the 200m drive. On the fast and busy road. On a sharp, completely blind corner!

 My only option then, would be to open the packaging. To take the components along the drive separately on a sack truck. There aren't that many and none of them is likely to be too heavy to manage alone. [Image borrowed from the online instructions.] 

 Or, I could lift the bits into the little trailer. Which is rather small unless they stand up inside the cage. A bit of padding will protect the galvanized finish.

 I have ordered the carport anyway. There is a special offer discount of about £50 equivalent finishing tomorrow. Which will go towards the £100 [equivalent] delivery charge. Now all I need is for somebody to clear all that timber which is in the way. Oh, and remove all the concrete foundation blocks. Level the gravel, compact it and lay some decorative gravel on top. I'll just do that.

 17.00 I had run out of some groceries so went for a drive in the Morris. It turned into a circular tour of several shopping villages. 

 Dinner was mackerel in tomato sauce on toast. No pictures.

8.45 I had to light the stove. It was only 64F/17.8C in the room.

 

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