Friday, 22 March, 2024
Current W.I.P.s: GNS3
An early morning sesh
A Seeming Standstill
Thursday, 21 March 2024
What can I say? Two weeks on, countless thousands of £££s worse off, and we are in no better position.We are still at the caravan, but the prices are rising dramatically as Spring draws the holiday-makers to the site. The landlord is still unsure what his insurance will pay for our temporary accommodation. We also found out we should not really be clearing the house, given all the toxic soot, which apparently gets worse as time progresses. But there is still a lot for us to do despite the conditions being unhelpful to my already compromised health. Right, I got that out of my system. Let's move on...
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| Chilling by writing about fictional drama |
Down in the Dump
Wednesday, 20 March, 2024
"I'm beginning to feel like I live down the rubbish tip.
I know I promised to stop taking pics of gloves, lol, but I couldn't resist snapping these. I don't think that this particular pair were lost tho - just waiting for action:
I twinged my back today getting things out of the house and down the dump. North Gower didn't disappoint and the caravan park we are staying at gets some to temper my aches and pains:
The Hum
Tuesday, 19 March, 2024
Another day clearing the house.
We stopped off for a breather at Paper Mill Pond for a wee drink and snacks in the car on the way back to the caravan:
The Soosh
Monday, 18 March, 2024
Work on clearing our belongs and taking fire, geat and smoke damaged items to the tip is progressing. There is not much catching my eye enough to take my mobile phone out of my pocket now and photograph the place, but these two images seemed worthy of capturing:
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| Our landing ceiling with burnt detectors and lightshade |
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| Sunset at our burnt house |
On the way back to the caravan, we stopped off at the layby near my old childhood home in Penclawdd and took these pics to share with you all:
Rest
Sunday, 17 March, 2024
Today, we are taking a break from the house for our health and sanity. Here's Fudge sleeping as I continue working on my next novel this morning. Remarkably, it's still on track to be published at the end of this month!
And whilst leaving the caravan site's laundrette this afternoon, I came across this fella. It looks like fudj is not the only cat on this particular block.
On the Road
Friday, 16 March, 2024
It seems like we are continually on the road these days. The commute from our temporary accommodation to the house is becoming a chore despite the scenery en route. The landlord wants us to empty the house of our belongings so he can start work on the place, so we have to box up anything thing that is remotely salvageable and take everything else to the dump. Despite masking and gloving up, our chests are beginning to suffer, and we have had to remind the landlord that we can't "spend every spare minute in the house clearing things" as he would like. We have our health to think of, as well as laundrettes to visit, rubbish dump trips to undertake, food shopping etc. I can feel my resilience lowering with each successive day...
Anyway, here are some road videos and photographs I've tried to entertain myself with today.
The daily drive to our house:
Pics taken en route to the rubbish dump:
Driving home:
At least there were two rays of sunshine to lift our moods today. The first was meeting a couple of friends from my work, who gave us an amazing gift to help us through our trying times - thank you, I love you all. Secondly, there was the more literal ray of sunshine. For the first time since all this nightmare started, the sun came out:
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