The home office is finally happening

It’s been a long slog getting the ground ready but today is the day that Bill broke the ground and started putting in the concrete pillars that my bachelor pad…sorry pool room and bar …..sorry office finally got underway.

Before I hired the digger
Before I hired the digger

Above is the ground before I’d ripped up the tree stump and before I’d dug the trench to lay power, internet and water down to the site.

Below is the trench in mid dig with the micro digger I hired to get the job done.

Wouldn't fancy digging it by hand
Wouldn't fancy digging it by hand

Below, in the distance is Bill getting some water to mix up the concrete. The blue ducting is carry two Cat5e cables, one of which is shielded [ thanks to Keith for these ] and a water pipe. The black cable is 16mm armoured cable which was organised by Paul. It’s good to have friends!
The wooden boxes you can see are the first concrete pillars that Bill is putting in, there will be 12 in total to support the 5m by 4m floorspace, 1m of which will the raised decking at the front giving an internal space of 15 sq/m which should hopefully be enough for me.

and finally, when complete this should be the view from my office window…hopefully without Bill and a big pile of stuff that needs burning!

Twigs in my hair

Starting with a partridge, it had to be plucked, gutted and generally made cookable. After spatchcocking Percy the Partridge and cooking him over the fire for about 20 mins per side he was delicious!

Breaking through the skin to get the guts out was one of the most “gag-worthy breakfast about to make a re-appearance” moments I’ve had in a long time. Funnily enough Pippin the Pigeon whom I tore apart with my latex gloved hands the next day barely made me wince at all. What a difference a day makes!

3 days of torture

If you want to spend three days of your life agonising over why piece x is not square with piece y and then taking apart and rebuilding something over and over again then you too should buy a TP Toys Sherwood tower and then try building it on uneven ground.

An electric screwdriver is definitely recommended to drive in the 55 thousand screws that form the tower.

Still – Amelia loves it and I’m sure as Oliver gets older he will too.



After an awful lot of arsing about and blog posts and stuff, I’ve finally made it to number 1 in the google search results. We had a bit of a false alarm many months ago when I hit number 1 in the rankings..but here it is!

As an added bonus I also get number 3 slot for this neglected blog!

He, or she, had it coming

The little furry terrorist above has been wreaking havoc around my house for months now.  Huge great molehills appearing in my garden, greenhouse and from between the cracks in the driveway.  I also blame this wee beastie for the stones falling through on my drive causing lots of work and expense for me!

The final straw came when the furry fucker uprooted all my newly buried tulip bulbs.  He/She just had to go. 

1 B&Q mole trap
1 Trowel

Move the earth from a fresh mole hill.
Poke around with a stick until you find the tunnel shaft
Dig down with the trowel until you expose the underground tunnel 10-15 cm below
Using gloves to keep the human smell away insert the trap and wait a while.
When the trap springs pull the dead mole out, take a picture, write a blog and celebrate.

Simkiss is a jammy bastard

This is the moment when I had to hand over 100 pounds to Paul "I’m a jammy bastard" Simkiss following our bet made a year previously.

The bet was :

Hey Paul,

Hope you didn’t forget our £100 bet.  On Nov 9th 2008 if the dollar is
less than $1.80 v £ then you win – but if your pound buys more than
$1.80 then I’m ze goose stepping winner marching across red square.

Okely dokely?

So we have virtually an entire year with the pound riding high and then crash bang wallop.  Global recession.  Banks collapsing, governments subsiding bailouts, car manufacturers going under and for some bizarre reason…even though the Americans were massively hit by these factors also…the pound plummets.

Very very annoying.  The fingers behind Paul’s head belong to Megan.  She picks on me 🙁

Having said that, on the plus side we did manage to spend the 100 quid on curry and beer on our night out in Rishworth, so that was good.

Flippin cockerel, again!

Emma and I are not having much luck with this chicken rearing business.  The two Buff Orpington chicks we bought turned out to be cockerels.  We managed to swap them with the breeder so it’s kind of ok, but we’ve still been feeding them for the past five months for no eggs in return 🙁