Demolition men

Bad day yesterday. Urgent job + bad cold + crazy weather = blip didn't happen, mainly due to snotty nose and head full of concrete.

Got worse during the night. Slightly feverish and had trouble sleeping. Topped of with winds that were gusting at force 12 (hurricane level!) which I was convinced were going to take at least some of the roof off. I eventually stuck my headphones in my ears and managed to drop off in the early hours. We had a bit of damage to the outbuildings, nothing major. Worst things was the duckhouse being blown to smithereens. Thankfully the ducks don't sleep in it, prefering the boys den, which is built from old tyres and stood up to the wind a bit better.

Today, the wind is still high, but no snow yet. Went to friends for lunch and had to help demolish the 'Summerhouse' which had been discovered this morning threatening to collapse into the next door garden. Armed with axes and a car, demolition was set about with a lot of glee.

There was great debate as to whether the 'Summerhouse' actually qualified for the name. Seemed a bit of a misnomer, more of a tree house without the tree or a lookout post.

Lunch was accompanied by this joke:

Q. How do you find your way home if you get lost in an Orcadian forest?


A. Stand up!