Goat Notes

Yesterday I took one of my TOIL days to have a new back door put into my house.  Since the weather was perfect, I got to slap on the first coat of varnish at once.  A simple and time-consuming, yet strangely satisfying, occupation.  Two more over the next couple of evenings, and I'll be done.  Then for my next trick I need only remove the brambles which have been rioting unmolested over my garden all year.

The old door was to blame for my neglect, since it was somewhat decayed.  Though it could be opened at need, it would then not shut or lock properly until the whim and the weather took it - sometimes for weeks together.  This sort of deprived it of any function save as an emergency exit.  But now I can get into my garden again, without leaving my house exposed to any passing villain who dares the bogs and briars of the canal towpath out back.  I am probably in for my biggest scratching since the curious incident of the Flying Kung Fu Cat in the afternoon.  Eh well!

240 words of the new chapter all day, and those only written to avoid the shame of going to bed with no pixel stains on my fingers.  Lavender skies, a crummy claymore, an old soldier out of company and campfires.