Chas has just phoned because he is stuck in a lane with the car and trailer with a car behind him and an enormous articulated lorry coming the other way that is even more stuck. Not a happy bunny. Long Drag Hill which is our road out of Tiverton is closed and the artic has ignored all the signs saying no HGVs, probably following his sat nav diversion, and will have to be pulled out somehow. He must have gone over the ford on a really narrow road at the bottom of Mill Lane, somehow made it up through the woods and finally gave up the ghost on an extremely sharp right hand bend.
Joshua and I have in comparison had a very jolly time logging. We have a very large tree, and I mean large, which was cut into big lengths last summer to get it out of the field. It has been in the yard on pallets all winter. Andrew chainsawed some of it which Joshua has been splitting and I have been carting to the woodshed. I have two walls of logs now about 12 foot long and five foot high. This has made virtually no dent on the amount there is in the yard. It is like making jam there is a great deal of satisfaction in seeing loads of full jam jars in the cupboard and equally in admiring neat walls of split logs.
This has made me feel a lot better after a very dispiriting time at the hospital in Exeter seeing yet another condescending consultant. They make me wild with rage and it is rather like the hairdresser when they ask you yet again what you do. Could they manage to read the file? It seems not. How much do we pay them? Quite a lot. Whereas the DAFNE trained nurses who know all about Type 1 diabetes are absolutely lovely and very helpful, proper problem solvers who treat you as a sentient being.