A good deal of swearing

Last Friday, Jo went to work via the park and ride, as usual, and as often happens I opted to work at home and parlay the commuting time into an extra hour in bed. Around about mid-morning, Jo called me to say that on her way out in the car in the morning she had noticed some loose panelling on the drive, and could I go and have a look? I did, and discovered this:

The shed was rather more open to the elements than I prefer. Particularly when half our worldly goods are stored in there in cardboard boxes.

A good deal of swearing ensued, and continued more or less unabated for the three days that it took us to make the problem right. This process involved:

1. Getting a roof-rack for the Ute so that we could transport tools and materials.
2. Getting tools and materials, to whit: A ladder, H3.2 plywood (i.e. treated for outdoor use), a circular saw (portable), nails etc.
3. Cutting replacement panels out of plywood.
4. Going up the ladder and attempting to somehow wrestle them into place, and nail them on, a process that rightly calls for two hands more than the normal individual possesses.
5. Realising that despite the fact that you used the bits that fell off as a guide, and that the bits you sawed up produce a geometrically perfect triangle, there are nevertheless huge and mystifying gaps between the new panels, necessitating that additional panels be cut.
6. Cutting and installing said additional panels.
7. Up and down the ladder all day long, hitting the thumb with the hammer, bending nails, losing temper, drinking lime cordial and watching the sheep for a while, etc.

Fortunately, at least we had nice weather for it. Here is the end result:

Bit shady, but we both felt quite a sense of accomplishment, not to say relief when it was done. Bring on the next challenge!