Little Dog had a whip round the block this morning and even that was cut short when the guy delivering wood phoned to say he was ten minutes away.
That's going to be a fun. We always have good intentions with projects like these but I'm already thinking about who we might enlist to come and sort it out for us when it all goes horribly wrong. Rich managed to cut my knuckle while cutting my hair. And I can't say I'm any better! What hope is there for decking... shaped like an egg?
Dashing off to teach.