25.02.2026 Log on, log off.

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  Wednesday 25th 35F/1.7C. Heavily overcast, showers and 3C/37F this morning. Clearing and 6C/43F this afternoon. Moderate SSE winds. 65F/18C in the room. 45F/7C in the greenhouse. The snow is all but gone. Hanging on, only where it has been piled up or compressed. 

 The higher outside temperatures meant I had to turn down the thermostats on the oil-filled radiators in the kitchen and bathroom. Both were reaching 20C/68F. When all I need is for them to provide background heat. I don't spend enough time out there to warrant comfort temperatures. I boost the bathroom with a fan heater for shower times. Short lived and switched off as soon as it is no longer needed.

 Up at 6.30 after a fairly busy night. 

 I was hoping for a ride today. This afternoon might be a better choice. It could reach 8-10C locally. I had better check the battery charge. In case they need a boost. They lose range in winter. I need to get some isopropyl alcohol to clean the brake rotors. Both disk brakes are squeaking loudly now. 

 8.30 The stove has been lit. I'll have to fetch more logs in from outside. Talking of which: I could buy more beech logs now the drive and roads are clear.  

 9.20 Back from my walk in steady rain. My trousers are soaked. My [recycled] jacket dark with wetness. The chestnut logs are damp and refusing to burn!

 10.25 71F/22C. The stove has woken up while I was away. Back from the timber yard. With a trailer filled with beech logs. Now parked outside the greenhouse until I finish morning coffee. By which time it will hopefully have stopped raining. The payment App refused to pay for the logs. Not without my imagining a fictitious code number. Fortunately I had nearly enough cash. Once back home I could share my inside leg measurement and mother's maiden name with the app. Then pay off the balance. 

 11.00 73F/23C. The rain has stopped. I have barrowed about a quarter of the logs into the greenhouse. I need a rest before I start to stack them neatly. The cover is back on the trailer. To ensure they don't get any wetter.

 15.00 43F/6C. Heavily overcast. Half the trailer full of logs is now in the greenhouse. The car and trailer are put away in the carport. Showing skill well beyond your average. As I reversed in the confines of the parking space. The room thermometer seems stuck on 21C and refuses to move. 

 Dinner was poached eggs on toast. They were absolutely perfect. Michael Angelo would have painted them in a heartbeat. Guess who forgot to take a picture? No, not Michael Angelo! You'll have to make do with a picture of the last of the snow. Just pretend they are eggs.

 

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