Adventuring is Hard Work

The last few days have consisted of plain hard graft, a lot of it in dodgy weather, trying to get some roofs up so we have a place to live.  Exhaustion doesn't quite cover it.  Things aren't happening as fast as we'd like and we feel under a bit of pressure.  We've both been waking up in the middle of the night going 'arghhh', what are we going to do!  We've discovered that a kitset building doesn't necessarily mean an easy ride.  Nor does it mean that adjustments along the way aren't necessary: timbers warp, mistakes are made, random bits are found, expected bits are not, and inaccuracies creep in.  And Steve is tweaking to the fact that slow is better.  Do it once do it right Mr Hogg.  The big shed / stable has been towed into place requiring TWO 4WD's grunting it out in tandem and plenty of old mooring lines plus plenty of yelling (and covering my eyes) on my part.  And tomorrow we begin roofing.



  A new innovation has also been included in our methods and that is: 'follow the instructions'.  As a result, Hanna and myself have done a pretty good job of putting the little shed up which will function as our ablutions block.  Hanna has amazed me with a calm 'here, I'll do some Mum' before proceeding to hammer on the floor with 3 inch nails and an adult hammer (2 hands) for a full half hour or so.  She did an amazing job and profusely apologized for getting 2 nails in bent.


 As for little man, we haven't really seen him for the last couple of days.  We've heard him though.  He's received an early Christmas present and he's been on his bike ever since.  We are counting how good his day has been by way of the number of tanks of petrol he's been through.  On Wednesday, some of the family is coming round for dinner.  By then we are hoping to spend our first night in our shed.  A bit of work to do till then!  It seems like a ridiculous proposition at the moment, but it makes for a good goal.