Boring

well, it is, these last few days. The wind and sleet/snow/hail/rain/plague of locusts (delete as appropriate) has abated, leaving dull, overcast skies that do nothing except induce sheer boredom and dilute any enthusiasm to homeopathic remedy concentrations, mixed with the frustration of not being able to locate any wheels for the chookhouse locally.

So, ive been forced to actually buy some wheels, off ebay. I suppose not a bad price really, comes to about £25, and they are 10" pneumatic tyres and metal hubs with ball race bearings. They will take the weight, and be reusable for numerous other jobs in the future. As soon as the chookhouse is on wheels all the rest can be finalised within a week or so (just a bit of last minute woodwork and some caulking)

Its now just started raining again. I would have liked to have got out and planted the spuds today, or done something else in the garden, but instead im stuck inside, trying hard to study and mostly rereading the same paragraph over and over without actually absorbing the words, and constantly at risk of a debilitating outbreak of cabin fever.