spent some of yesterday 'in the tish' ... well forking it anyway ..
Pam had me turning her veggie boxes over ... so she could do for the weeds that grow like crazy ... ready for said tish ...
pity I can't get the Micron at these ... got a rake/fork made for that, for turning this sort of stuff over ... anyway ... three done, one is a strawberry bed and there's summat in no. 5 tha's staying ... apparently

the 'dead' fence posts got a seeing to .....
whilst I had this out,
making good a half a pallet, that I'd used the rest of, to create a half/special pallet to go under me fuel tank, I acquired a while back.
Also got this little fella going .... again
after a bloody good strip/clean ... my fave little saw for a quick job

revving like a good un
then I see the posty arrive and deposit summat in't letter box, far end of the drive

so.... suitably equipped with some gloves ... and the key to the box, I went to see if it was some belts I was waiting for ..
so ... key in box .. open front ... a letter .... from the local health authority ... glove time ... get it out, open it up four pages, two in Welsh ... envelope and the Welsh bits get screwed into a ball in me left hand ... letter in right ... no glasses so can't read the damned thing ....
now ... I can't (in theory) shut the box with a gloved hand .. or touch the key ..... dunno WTF has been handling said letter .... the balled up rubbish is gonna get enclosed in the gloves as they come off, inside out, but I still have this damned letter to hold

anyway took it back to the house and gave it some disinfecting....'least Pam did while I hung on to it outside, then the gloves went in the burning bin, which was lit already and we could get a look at ........ hell of a quandry though, about how to handle this sort of thing, especially in view of this one's source, too, ..... or anything that arrives TBH ??

Anyway ..... said letter was a bit of a surprise


twelve weeks FFS


..and as for all the other 'separation stuff' .... They'm a bit late with the advice ... and .......
Pam sticks needles in me every Monday .. gonna be bloody difficult at three paces
I can't wait to get tested for anti-bodies .. see if some of us had it in January

....
TWELVE ****ing weeks
FFS!! 


