DVT DAY 204

Monday, up, breakfast, pond, shed. The pond was an unintentional diversion as I noticed the pump was not working and ended up culling the pond weed and racking off the floating debris. When I got to the shed it was hours of trying to devise a session record form but for some reason the header and footer functions would not behave themselves. So hours of frustration for very little. A quick lunch of noodles and it was back to the recalcitrant laptop. During a moment of relaxation I discovered that my new hot wire saw will not cleanly cut wax, which is a bit of a blow and scuppers what thought was a good idea. It was about this time that I noticed the shed had started to rot to the extent that new holes were appearing. I headed for Wickes to get wood filer and hardener. No wood hardener, but some wood filler. I head for the nearest B&Q and find they have no wood hardener but I do get to have a call with a friend who I had not talked to for a while. I find that B&Q have got a fungal treatment so I get some and adapt my intended shed intervention. Home and I find the garden guy has trimmed all our hedges and is heading off home. I get into the shed and move stuff around so that I can spray the back wall with the fungus killer. While it starts to dry I get a piece of shed boarding from the garage and stow it ready for tomorrow. My master plan is to patch the back wall with lengths of shed board and seal it. If that goes well then I shall wood fill the holes from the inside and when that is dried get to work with a new layer of wood preserver and paint. The shed closed for the night I retreat to the WiFi in the house and redo the work I had done during the day. I finally get it done and send it with an e-mail to some managers I am meeting on Wednesday. Time for dinner and the second half of a rugby match before setting down to write the blog.

This feels like a day of chore which I will not get back. Tomorrow the chore of shed mending will continue wedged in around a one to one with my programme manager. Hopefully my retreat shed will be weather proof and warmer by the time I’ve finished and ready for a long winter of COVID discontent. Ah death were is thy sting? This time last year I was in my second course of chemo and my hair had fallen out. Now look at my flowing locks!