little un wanted to sit on the bench in the shed beside me. had to shift the tools first. he put both feet straight out and i did same which gave my knee a rest for once. been standing with most of my weight on the other leg at work and you dont notice till you sit somewhere level. shed was warm with the door open and i could smell the wood where id sanded the edge. hands felt rough against his sleeve when i helped him down. he went straight back up again so we repeated that about eight times. our lass says i should charge for the ride. tea went cold but i was comfortable enough.

looking at the Filey caravan brochure again. nice pictures of people sat outside with mugs and nobody dragging a gas bottle anywhere. want to know where you keep wet coats and boots when its raining, because a week at the coast is not all eating breakfast in sunshine whatever these people reckon. our lass says ive turned a holiday into a site inspection. maybe so but if the bed folds out into the place where the table goes then where does the table go. cant tell from the picture. still like the idea of opening the door and not seeing the same van and same street. brochure back in the shed for now.

young lad at work asked if id be there next week because he likes being on with me. said it plain while we were putting gear away. told him somebody has to keep an eye on him and he laughed. chuffed with that though. usually hear about what the agency wants or what the foreman wants shifted, not whether anybody wants you there in particular. mentioned it at tea and our lass said course they do. like it were obvious. then the little un wanted to know if i had driven a digger and i had to explain again that i stand outside it. less impressive audience at home.