Ever Shambling Onwards...

So... I'm at my mum's new place, spodding briefly on dial up.

Getting here was... problematic. What should have been a three and three quarter hour rail journey on 3 trains turned into a six hour one on 7 trains that didn't actually get me here. I got as far as Worcester, after which there was a train that could have got me a bit further, but my mum decided that if she was going to have to come and get me, she might as well get me from Worcester rather than wait until stupid o'clock to get me from Malvern. So I got here in the end.

My mum's place is a rather nice Bungalow in Herefordshire. Still rural, but near to a really rather pleasant town. It's about the size of Egham, but with less population and more useful facilities... and cool tudor / stuart architecture all over the damned place. Oh, and the bookshop count is at four already, after a mere cursory visit...

Whilst I have been here, I have dismantled two rooves (shed and covered area, both somewhat less than intact) and built one (shed). I build another tomorrow (covered area), and probably dismantle two big cupboards.

Then, once that is done, I cast myself on to the mercy of the Bloody Vikings. Allegedly I will arrive in Egham a little after 8pm. But considering that one of the many station staff I harrassed yesterday said, upon my asking for train times, "Hang on, let me check the book of lies" before perusing his timetables, I suspect this is probably rather optimistic. I expect to arrive at HoP tomorrow night sometime. Beyond that, speculation would be foolish.

Upon arrival, I will be utterly knackered. I am already utterly knackered and I doubt another day of physical labour up ladders in baking heat and high winds will help remedy that situation.