6th October 2013 We woke late to a morning of frost and bright sunshine, a welcome change from the usual gloom. After a strong coffee to shake off the chill, we managed to coax our now thoroughly wheezy car into action and headed into Dryanovo. First stop: the garage, where David was due to pick… Continue Reading

5th October 2013 Another bitterly cold day, but with supplies running dangerously low, we had a mission to Sevlievo. Work clothes were reluctantly swapped for something clean, warm, and only slightly wrinkled, almost like going on holiday, if your idea of a holiday includes dodging potholes and negotiating for wood. The journey was grey and… Continue Reading

4th October 2013 A cold but mercifully dry day greeted us, merciful in that it hadn’t turned the garden into a quagmire overnight. We spent the morning securing the last two supporting pillars under the sagging beams of the pool barn. Miraculously, all went off without a hitch: the car jack behaved like a champion,… Continue Reading

3rd October 2013  Another delightfully grim, rainy day greeted us, reliable as the Queen’s Guard at Buckingham Palace. In the morning, it was back to the loft, where I set about laying insulation in one of the side sections. Naturally, this involved first clearing rubble, filling a few overly ambitious sossal holes, and then covering… Continue Reading

2nd October 2013 We woke to a cold, dank, miserable morning that just begged us to stay under the covers. After a cautious check of the loft for any leaks, given the downpour overnight, we found it was as dry as an Arab’s tent. David put on his “sun hat” (a beanie, given the lack… Continue Reading

1st October 2013  The day was, in every sense, a washout. It rained when we woke, it rained while we ate, and it was still raining when we finally gave up and crawled into bed. Not the sort of hearty downpour that feels almost cleansing, mind you. No, this was the dreary drizzle sort, accompanied… Continue Reading

30th September 2013  Another early start under a sky that threatened rain but instead served up yet another blistering scorcher. This was supposed to be the grand finale of our tiling saga, but the day quickly veered off course, thanks to the heat, fatigue, and some questionable past decisions coming back to haunt us. David… Continue Reading

29th September 2013  Another dawn alarm, this time to get ahead of the forecast rain, which of course arrived on schedule at 11 am, just as we were both balanced on the roof. I was laying laths on the side section while David was grinding tiles along the apex. A brisk shower left us both… Continue Reading

28th September 2013 With rain threatening in a couple of days, we were up at the crack of dawn and stayed on the roof until the light got so poor that hammering nails became a sort of blindfold darts. Yesterday’s heat had nearly roasted us alive, so David kindly lent me a more ventilated hat.… Continue Reading

27th September 2013 Today somehow managed to outdo yesterday in the “blistering heat” category. By midday, the roof had turned into a cast-iron frying pan, while the ladders doubled as hand-searing radiators. The black roofing felt? Touch it and you’d come away with fingers cooked rare. Frequent water breaks slowed us to a pensioner’s shuffle,… Continue Reading