Normal programming begins to resume. My tomatillos are reaching the point where I will need to figure just what to do with them. Tomatoes we're awash with so need to preserve. My garden is suffering from some neglect/minimal care and a big catch-up is called for.
Work resumes on the Chookabago. I have been given two wheelie-bin wheels, and I hope that'll do.
I took the BC that Peter bought at a garage sale to Mike Nicholls - the local dive-master. The short answer is that it is probably not easily fixable - But as Mike just bought a bunch of new ones, he kindly gave me an old one he was about to retire. Look, most of the time I don't NEED a BC - I'm in very shallow water, so it's a glorified backpack for a tank. Hopefully the post will bring my octos and I'll be in business.
The speargun is back in operation (been using handspears because it was impossible to load. I need to get onto melting lead for another weightbelt... the round tuit list grows.
I saw a bunch of quail stealing chook-food over at some Polish friends place, and recall reading somewhere that quail are quite good poultry to keep - low hassle and low noise. And very tiny eggs... Anyone tried that?