And upwards the pipe doth riseth up,
upwards towards the sky.
However, to get to the sky,
the roof has to be punctured.
Which means a hole has to be put in the roof,
which is quite a scary thought because once upon a time we did not have a roof at all,
but loads of fresh air and a full view of the sky,
and then builder men came and filled in the roof,
the fresh air remaining via loads of drafty holes hither and thither in the walls,
but the sky became outside,
which is not a bad thing,
because of the rain which comes along with the sporting clouds,
which does make things wet.
So, for us, putting a hole in the roof means going back to as it was,
in the before time,
when roof there was none,
silly, I know, but we have a fear of being made roofless again.
...and then all became done,
and the pipe is now finished,
and all that needs to be done is the sealing of the piles
so that smoke does not waft its way into the kitchen through the gaps.
I can't believe that the Rayburn is finally in.
And now it is on to getting the plumbing sorted out,
and the pump put in!
And joy of joys,
our Christmas Tree has been found.
Up in the upstairs of the house it was,
(in the box in the lower left hand corner of photo),
must have been there for a year or so,
and me thinking that it was gone forever,
and then finding it,
and so it will be put up for Christmas next year,
that I have promised it!
And some of the rest of the upstairs.
We have a long way to go!
Not to worry,
we may, or may not, run out of money,
so maybe it will never get done.
Hey ho, but we have downstairs and that will be sufficient for us,
plus we have a smallholding outside,
so, all in all, we have enough.