This is the only place to do email! That's my excuse anyway. Just a half of the very estimable Doombar, since I'm driving back to Sally's. The clientele here is quite a mix. The Medieval boatyard workers have gone home for their teas before settling down to a serious Friday night session. They were loud and jolly - a bit like the mechanicals in Midsummer Night's dream. They were talking about dropping tools off scaffolding. One chap said he was heavier than his tool so he'd throw himself off and catch it before it hit the ground. That caused a round of laughter to shake the walls.
The Snork Maiden doesn't have much to report - the list continues! To be followed shortly be the scary budget.
Sally's house is working out well - It's only about 3 miles away - and I managed to keep the log stove burning all yesterday evening.
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