Another day

Another day flew away. Dark already. Been out all day. Always something to do at the summerhouse. Made the little outboard engine ready for a long winterstorage. Did the same with the small boat. One neighbour here. Jens. We had a good chat. Just finished writing in my diary. Telling myself this is my 84th day at the summerhouse this year after it was opened April 13th. Also wrote I am hungry and must make my supper. Good to have a diary to talk to. Would be lonely without it.