“There is nothing so strong or safe in an emergency of life as the simple truth.” – Charles Dickens
After six hours in the car, three and a half hours re-designing and taping-out our floorplan, and many discussions with my wife and at least two furious discussions with our bus builder, I collapsed into bed.
That was my yesterday.
My original plans included going to the Caravan show at Penrith, followed by some time with my family in the afternoon for Fun Family Friday, and a catchup with my good mates for dinner/drinks. And then the bus emergency struck. A short 6 hour round trip to Newcastle, things got (somewhat) resolved.
I was up again at 5am today, sending finalised plans to the builder and getting out to do a delivery for a friend before trying to play catchup on yesterday’s camping show reccy.
I realised about an hour ago that I forgot – in all that – to send my daily IQ.
So there’s my simple truth. Emergencies struck.
I hope you are well. I have recovered. Just. ;)
PS To those of you who have built a house, or renovated, or remodelled, or something? I salute you. I’m working with about 28 square metres of space, and it’s killing me. A whole house? You must be joking.