Friday the thirteenth.

 Before the sun rise this morning and home before the main event. Not in the mood for being run over this morning.
It is Friday the thirteenth of July. This is supposed to be unlucky. It was very unlucky for the Knights Templar who were executed on Friday the Thirteenth. As I am not a Knights Templar I will hope for the best this day.

 I can tell you this much about this friday the thirteenth. it is cold. even now the sun is up it is still cold. i am drinking hot tea wearing a furry dressing gown. i am cold.
"Try closing the french doors then" said Lee.

 This morning. Not the most colours I have seen...but not bad. The tarn was completely deserted except birds singing. Just the way Yorkshire should be.

 So I went home before it was all ruined.

So here we are at Friday. Back to work. There are no extra hours on offer so it is just my contracted hours. Friday is a late night until 10pm. So we buy two lots of sandwiches . Lunch and dinner......
First over to Otley. Then finish putting in the pump in the fishpond.....(NO!!! that is not done.) don't mention the wood store roof and The Fenix car restoration has not started at all.

" The roof is finished! guttering is finished. the electrical trunking and switch for the pump are all up...." stated Lee indignantly.
"just a few bits of wood to put up and wiring the switch. I didn't want to do it yesterday as I had a beer or two..."