Morning.
Thursday.
Damp.
Grey.
Rosy fingered dawn.
Torrential overnight.
15.4 deg in here, 14.8 in the kitchen, 12.5 in the leanto, 9 out the back.
1003 mBar, 29.62 in Hg, 752.3 Torr, 14.55 psi, (up from 1000 last night), 65% RH (Lidl electric).
Meanwhile on the 7th of April 2020 between 10:25 and 10:51, in popped Brillo, BR14, NF, and me.
Entertainment: Out of Town with Jack Hargreaves: Stow horse fair. Gypsy Flash Carts. John Picket wagon builder & painter. Sean Martin General Dealer.
Was woken about 03:00 by demented beeping from the batphone: Western Power Distribution had deemed this A Good Time to send a text about the incoming storm and possible power disruption. Whilst staggering around in the dark I managed to plug the phone charger in the wrong way round so the phone wasn't charging. Turned the fecker off in the end to get some peace. I hate things that go beep randomly at night.
Walk (unabbreviated, towpath) walked in the sunshine.
Lunch: brunch. Entertainment: Thing about the Cambridge 5. dashcam bollox S5 E9.
Alaska Homestead Rescue. Tennessee, patron state of shooting stuff. They were all vegetarians so no talk of offing feral pigs in this one. Two RVs, one of which looked very like Walter White's RV in BB.

. Dug a well. Dug well again. Dug well third time which finally seemed to work. Tree greenhouse: i.e. a hexagonal greenhouse about 6 feet up a large tree. Seemed to work. A mobile chicken coop. 3 vegetable raised beds to go with the mobile chicken coop. I dozed off about halfway since it was not particularly inneresting other than the chest development of one of the ladies.

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Tea: beans on toast: to avoid replication of the haematoma the crusts were cut off & the toast wasn't particularly toasty. What it is to get old & increasingly fecked up. Entertainment: PM with more about that scion of good behaviour who seems to like to indulge in sodomy without consent. FFS.
Bab5 S5 E10 "A tragedy of telepaths". Oh dear, the teeps are getting uppity again & pissing everyone off. Bester's back.
Sky Arts: Classic Movies: Bill & Ted's excellent adventure. No Bonnie Greer though her chair is still there.

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Dream Car Fixers: Reliant Scimitar GTE. Is that the one with the Essex V6? Yup.
Well that brought back some memories of humping engines & gearboxes about. They complained that the autobox was heavier than the manual gearbox: I'm not sure there was much difference from what I can recall. Both took some doing when you're working on your own. I even changed an automatic to a manual which was a minor triumph in itself, another of my bodgeit specials, taking out the pedal box & putting in a manual pedal box, plus drilling a hole in the bulkhead for the clutch cable. Feck, it's nearly 40 years ago.
Oh, the autobox was a lot heavier than the manual, assuming they've got the right boxes.
In other news it's been raining since about 18:00 or so and it seems to be getting heavier.