Fiddler on the Roof

The allotment shed roof blew off in one of the storms. Today was perfect weather for being up there re-roofing.

Craig refused to let me get on the roof but was happy for me to crawl through jaggy shrubbery to fix the sides. My hair getting caught with each step.

The good weather continued this afternoon, and I was able to get my garden tidied and cut back.

The boy is off to some Korean Granny's house for dinner tonight. As we say in Scotland, 'He'd get a piece at anybodies door that boy.'