Channelling Alec Guinness

Two sweaty days cutting wood and putting the planks up not only on the ceiling of the big room, but continuing over the tiny attics on either side. I have started on both sides at once, working upwards to the ridge, as with each pass I have to crawl up into the tiny roof space to secure the ends, with the rafters on my nose and my hands and nail gun extended outwards over my head. The difficulty with the first few was that the nail gun is about eight inches long, so there wasn't room for it straight on. It is easier now, but I am taking a day off as I feel very pale - whether I am or not is by the by. Can barely think of a pleasant activity, so I am taking the chair pads etc to Constance, then at least I will have the pleasure of a cheque.

Alec Guinness? Bridge Over the River Kwai.See how small the space is, instant claustrophobia.
Clearing the foreshore for light relief.