...of the sluicegate.
Good Friday isn't much of a holiday in Scotland (although the banks are closed and the post isn't delivered), so I was working as usual. That was interspersed with a trip to the gym for some Pilates and a visit from a man from the nominated redecoration firm which will sort out the reinstatement of our hall. That won't be a for a while, I'm afraid.
Now we are chilling. We have an early start in the morning.