I've been exceptionally good today. Norman and Jamie have gone off to sea and I've stayed home to work, and heavy weather I am making of it too. Still, it must be done.
I've arranged a few poles and some cross-struts to put up a small roof over the boat-trailer. In my ample spare time, while I'm not going to sea, writing,planting, making biltong or preserving beets.
And now we return to the delights of Machiavellian plotting and and turmoils of Italian city states, with magic. Onwards. I want a break in the new year and must pay for it.