Through a window

Over to pick up a parcel from the other crowd and then head on to the yard. PL’s boat is getting lifted onto higher blocks as he’s getting a blasting job on his unders, as is Tim. 
Back to treat some of the wendy house timbers before taking over from the SK in doing a shift waiting for our Christmas smokehouse delivery. Luckily I wasn’t going out anyway as the daughter came round with the nippers and we had an enjoyable and even reasonably relaxed time - the only difficulty being the weans occasionally squabbling. Like over my little metal cars - of course they need three each. But what if one is wanted by both? As if they actually give a monkey’s.
And then a bit more of Fallout #4 - we shall see how we get on with it; it’s certainly not the freewheeling adventure of Days Gone. I think I maybe need to embrace my inner incel a bit more.