April 4th
We went to have a look at the ‘motor-home’ we will be temporarily moving on to our land while the house is being built.
We had booked a caravan in which I was looking forward to moving into about as much as a trip to the dentist. It was mouldy, cold, cramped and unbelievably ugly and we would be spending the whole winter in it.

Then I met Kate and she said that they had an “R.V.” we could rent; she mentioned something about it being pretty posh.

It is a palace on wheels. I half expected James Bond to step out of the boudoir – “Bond, James Bond”.
You can push a button and the lounge gets bigger, there is under floor gas heating and a shower with a bath!
I’m pretty sure there might be an underground swimming pool too – I shall have some exploring to do when we move in.

Sometime in April
I’ve been seriously slack about writing my diaries. Unlike Anne Frank, I have no excuse really. Well, nothing that involves being put to death.

It’s just that I’ve been reading a huge book all about King Henry VIII and I can’t put it down; no wonder he reigned for so long, everybody wanted to keep him power because they were busting to know what he’d do next - And so am I. It really helps that I paid no attention whatsoever to history lessons at school – this way I had no idea how many wives he had, or how fat he became, so it’s all very illuminating and exciting.

Of course, when I finish the book, I’ll still have no idea about these details because I will have forgotten – I have all the memory retention of an elderly goldfish – which is very handy if you like meeting new people, and it means the news really IS the NEWS.

Anyhow, we are having our house actually built at last although when I sent photographs up to my brother Chris, to have a look at he informed me that it was not actually a house but a Faraday Cage. This means it will be very handy for repelling cosmic rays such as those emitted by alien spaceships. AT last I can feel safe.