Wet Walls

The plastering continues. No teatime pint however. The most that was imbibed today was a ginger beer actually. That was after a hard shift out at maw's place demolishing stuff and tidying up. And speaking to the Kirk Elder about the old girl. I was terrified that he was going to ask after my own ungodly status, which I'm aware would be a muckle affront to my illustrious forebears at Blerny Kirk.
Look though, it's 6:45pm. Maybe I should slacken a cork off. It's the weekend after all. Which I'm glad to say is just the same as the week, but shorter and with more people about.