Spent the morning on the roof, repairing last year's Heath Robinson temporary repair. It was only intended to last a few weeeks until I could get a builder in, but so far 3 of them have promised to come but not shown up. It's either racism or a class thing, or else builders here have plenty of work just now.
In the meantime, I've borrowed some college textbooks for trainee roofers, and before the partner returns I may try doing a proper job of it myself.
But now, it's 4 p.m. and we know what that means. Time to down tools and open a bottle of home brew special number 14. As it's been a hot day, I may even dilute the taste and boost the strength with a bottle of Australian beer. Balance is everything. What a fortunate creature I am. Here comes ra beer!
