



The great day arrived around 2 w

eeks ago when the cabin was delivered. It took 1.5 hours to take everything off the lorry and then a further 2 hours to move to back garden (lorry driver only paid to deposit in front garden!)
There the cabin sat for a week, as we waited with excitement for David, Roger, Ben and Gordon to arrive (otherwise known as Uncle David, Uncle Roger, Cousin Ben and Grampa - Granny had decided she would rather go to St Tropez - whatever for?). The morning of the erection arrived. Cooked breakfast (I am told builders must have one) and then thrown into the garden (them, not me). I drove off with son to his guitar lesson, wondering what I would come home to? Perhaps it would be built? Perhaps one of them was already in hospital? Perhaps the beers had already been opened?
Well, I have to say they had got a long way - all four walls were up. However they later informed me that was the easy, quick bit. The roof was not as simple, and seemed to go up and come down several times. Several cups of tea later and a round of fish and chips, and they were really cracking on. By the end of Saturday the roof was on and there was a window. Now they were off to the pub - back in an hour for dinner - funny - they didn't invite me to the pub??
Sunday dawned, and everyone was looking a little jaded but determined to complete the task - doors went on, waterproof membrane on roof and then wonderful workers had to return back to the cold North. They had done a fabulous job, and worked like Trojans. The rest was up to Duncan and I........