At Last, The Roof.

This is how the wood came back from the Sawmill; my friend Danny having supplied the necessary 3 metre long trailor (and hefty Land Rover) for it's journey home. The Sawmill owner said 'I've cut you much more than you need, but I'll only charge you for what you ordered'. Even then I couldn't get him to take any money; he was too busy. Nice man!

And this is how we finished the day, with still quite a lot more to do. I don't think I've been more tired after a day's work for yonks. I was exhausted. Lady M, I'm pleased to say, was as fresh as a daisy. Women are so much stronger. She and I did all the work by ourselves, and it was a stinking hot day.

This picture is just to show that Cro is no different from all other tradesmen, craftsmen, car washers etc. 'Builders cleavage' is alive and well, and happily exhibiting in the south of France.

I've just seen that rain is forecast. So if anyone knows of a rain dance that will hold off the possibility of a downpour over the next few days; I'd be extremely grateful. I'm putting the music on now; lots of dancing PLEASE.