Bright, sunny and chilly here chez Casa Reynard. A sharp frost overnight, and the car has a good coating still, as at this time of year, my drive is in deep shade.
Slept well. Had a morning re-jigging the fridges and sorting out yet more paperwork for the parental. This time the f*ck up is at the other end. How many more hoops do I need to jump through? They will have to make do with the usual forms of ID because I can't magic up stuff that we simply just don't have. I guess bureaucrats have to justify their wages by doing make-work, but it's been a case of the left hand not knowing what the right hand is doing. It's obviously FAR too simple a solution to put a checklist in with the original packet of documents that needed sorting, instead of telling me, piecemeal, by phone, roughly once fortnight since the middle of September. Aaaaaaaaaargh!
This kind of dichotomy with international paperwork is something I bet
@Andy in Germany is very familiar with.
I had a quick run round the house last night with a roll of duck tape, taping up the gaps around the inner windows. That's made a really noticeable difference, particularly upstairs. Hooray for duck tape!
This afternoon's task is to do a spot of lumberjilling and fill up another trailer with firewood. I'd better wrap up. Which reminds, need to find my glove liners, as rigger gloves aren't the warmest...
Anyways, it's time for luncheon.
