Crikey, mutley, that was an ambitious task list. I only managed to go to the local dump with an old dead PC and a 12 year old CRT monitor that cost Fiona a fortune when she used to create 3D animations for TV commercials in London's Wardour St in a past existence. There were loads of monitors there and somebody else dumped one at the same time as I did. Also started clearing an area at the front of the house – it's concealed from the road and perfect for a simple makeshift lean-to for storing firewood and other stuff. It had become overgrown with brambles and self-seed small trees. Fiona's magpie habits mean that we have a choice of patio and panel doors to use as a roof.

I think you had the better deal, Toffeeapple. Any narrow boats plying along the canal, or is the season over now?

Ha!

S.O.L. I always thought that Devon was famous for its toffee but I must be wrong cos had that been been the case then all you noisy Devonians would have yer jaws stuck together instead of yammering away on here

I had a really relaxing and enjoyable holiday a long time ago back in Irl when I hired a fixed site mobile home at a beach. It was a luxury model and, while the rental was reasonable, the deposit was high because they left a fully stocked drinks cabinet on board! Seems incredible;e, looking back, but it was a really comfy abode. Would do it again.

Fiona and I share a dream to buy or hire one of those big Winnebago type motor homes and tour the extremes of the UK off season. I don' fancy a caravan, TBH – they are a bugger on the M5 – but we love the free roaming concept of a home on wheels.