Splat.

Scaffolding up for the roof - nearly. Fireplace man and chimney rebuilders in the wings.
Mrs H went down the allotment for a dig with Jr while I trundled about with H2 being in a bad mood. No idea why, I just have a thunderhead floating over me casting gloom on everything.

Blip is suffering a bit. As a diary it's proven really effective so when I miss a few days on the trot I feel the need to document things when I get back into it - I can never remember what I've done though. ;)