Nick is moving the “traction avant” with Bill. The skies are grey. Angus needs some interview kit. I want some more 2x2 for purlins. So, it’s into Peebles in the pickup in the morning, followed by some gardening.
The afternoon sees rain. The 5m ratchet straps I got yesterday are too short to hold the roof plate down. Nick heads back to town to see Pegeidh off to the USA tomorrow. The sauna remains under tarp, but the hens get their wings clipped.
I’ve got self assessment & company accounts to do. The obvious response is to open a bottle of red and watch the last two episodes of Good Omens ... which just get better and better.