It seems that the cut I inflicted upon Paul during our normal scuffling around caused an infection. And it didn’t stop there. It proceeded to infect his whole system. Sorry mate.
I have taken great joy in posting photos on this blog whenever I have drawn blood, mostly minor scratches. Unfortunately Paul didn’t take a photo of his finger, but this is the colour his finger was:
Things sped up considerably today as I developed a new method of filling the gap between the bricks. I slapt mortar onto the face of the sitting brick and held it there until it gripped. Paul, Simon, and Alan stopped by today and they suggested the correct technique was to apply the mortar to the brick in hand then quickly slam that home. I’m sure that is the correct technique. I couldn’t get it working for me though.
I believe the stake may have raised as high as 20 cents should Alan manage to touch a cow. He couldn’t.
I’m done using the concrete mixer to mix my mortar. I’m working with such small quantities at a time that there is no point using the mixer, most of the mortar gets stuck in there anyway.
Things weren’t fitting so well towards the end of the row I was working on today so I beat the end off a brick with the hammer. The resulting mangled end didn’t resemble square so a thick smear of mortar was needed. This section of shack is looking distinctly castle-like, though embracing none of that austere structure’s structural capability, nor moat.
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