I shan't be sorry ...

... to see the back of this roof. The promised rainstorm never arrived and so we were up there all day. Well, Terry and Simon were mostly. I was out for some of the morning looking for supplies. And you can't believe that a builders' merchant would have no 40x27 laths in stock, and not expect any more until September. I had a little bit of a hunt to track some of them down after that.

.But once I returned and we carried on with our production line method of roof-building, we made enormous progress as you can see. And it's all looking thoroughly impressive. I reckon that another 10 working days or so might see it finished. And I shan't be sorry.

So when we knocked off I had to move Caliburn, and Simon got into his van and piddled off - and so did Terry - leaving me to put the tarpaulin on all on my own. Luckily Terry remembered and came back to help, otherwise it would have been embarrassing.

Once everyone had cleared off I took my life in my hands and moved the methane digester. And once I had personhandled it down to the compost heap I tipped it all in and covered it with wood ash. That's the end of my experiments with the methane digester for now and I'm not sorry about that either. I can sit out on my terrace now.

After that I came in and crashed out again. I'm totally whacked. I'm not as young as I was and it's not so very encouraging.