In four months time I will have 10+ people arriving for a weekend away on a newly finished, decorated, brass-gleaming narrowboat. Tents, and birthday cake, an’all. You see I’ll be turning 24, which is the age I always thought I’d be pretty settled. So I figure by then, I should at least have a humble abode to call my own. The only problem is, at the moment I have no water or lighting; batteries aren’t connected to a thing; nowhere for the guests to sit; oh, and a peeling exterior paintjob. Thanks to the lack of graduate jobs out there, I’m gainfully unemployed so plenty of time to do it…if only I knew where to start.
Good job I’ve got my parents house-moving to procrastinate on. Boxes Everywhere!
Found this beautiful fold up bike in the shed, and have decided to add it to the list. A lick of paint, some roses, and Jamel scrawled on the side, and it’ll be good as new. Also found a replacement saddle from ebay, and leather strapping for the handles. Lovely!
