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We are in a new abode. Well a 10-year-old second-hand home actually but hey whose worried. Still broke, but what’s unusual in that, only we still don’t owe a penny to a soul.
Not many people can say that today.
Tonight SWMBO was running the numbers.
That’s her thing, number crunching. Ex-banking world, counts everything!
It turns out that doing a bit of forecasting, we actually made a good decision leaving the water and with any luck, it might see us solvent for the next few months.
Add to that we went shopping today and re stocked the stock we didn’t have to start with.
With £50 ($76) we bought a month’s (30 days of staples) worth of provisions.
The spiders have been soon and the cupboards and freezer are now full.
Yet watching others shopping it was frightening.
£200 plus trolley loads of whatever and that I suspect was only for the week.
I can’t judge others because I don’t know their story but we left feeling kinda smug at our 30 days of provisions.
Incidentally, SWMBO is the queen of the two pot meals.
Not quite as good as me on a single burner (which irks her a bit) BUT she makes great tasty meals from basics way better than that ‘Cordon-Bleu’ rubbish you see on TV and anything I can churn out.
Add me fixing up whatever gets broke to save a buck or two, we usually live comfortably but frugally.
Yet, we’re back using public utilities like electricity, gas, water, and sewage.
I hate that as that’s big business and they have been putting up prices for just about everything.
The other worry for us is trash. There are constant rumors of it being billed by quantity and weight. With the seemingly endless amount of packaging on foodstuff, our bins had never been so full. Thus we burn a lot of our dry waste. (SOD THE PLANET!)
The only thing I feel even remotely for is the humble tin can.
How minimal packaging is that!
So, washed out and compressed, they take up little room BUT en mass aren’t they heavy! The other thing is the UK is into recycling them.
Which is fine by me because burying them takes forever before they corrode down to nothing and it makes the veg patch difficult to dig.
Yet cans aren’t a money-maker for us.
Not drinking soda in any of its forms, we don’t make money by recycling aluminum cans.
You might have noticed I’m sat here still thinking on how to make a bob (buck) or two.
The shingle will go out about mole catching soon BUT I need to replace my traps as not using them still does nothing to preserve the strength of the springs.
That and the moling season for me is almost over.
Did you know there are better times than others to catch moles?
Basically these little money makers breed once a year (April to May) and once weaned, the babies leave the family fortress (and yes it is called a fortress) some 30 days later, to make their own lives.
So May-June time is fun time as they make their own runs and start turfing out the spoil in the form of mole hills. Yet, that’s not all.
Towards winter moles who can, start digging down and leave the ‘just under the surface turf’ mole tunnels (about a couple of feet at best) for a deeper set.
It makes sense because as temperatures drop, frosts happen and their preferred food, worms, dig deeper so the new set of really deep tunnels is ready for them to ‘drop into’ so to speak.
Thus you get a whole new sprinkling of mole hills, usually deeper colored soil, and gardeners and neat freaks wringing their hands in despair.
Problem for the catcher is the depth they dig too! I use a meter long mole dibber aka a long rod with a “bullet” shaped tip to delve down for their runs. Only sometimes, even that length isn’t long enough! Anyway once you’ve found this run, imagine digging down to it, a meter’s worth of digging. We do earn our money guys and girls! Some don’t bother and use poison. To me that’s not good so I trap (keine Gifte) no poisons.
There is another thought going on. The water table is apparently really shallow her and I noticed a bore hole being dug near to us. I can do that!
The table is only 40 feet down.
That’s doable with a water drill but I may try a sand spike first.
Free showers, I like it!
We’ve also got a spare room now.
Quite frankly it’s a mess, a dumping ground, a disaster zone even.
So today some shelving is arriving and we’ll get it more organized with a combined work bench for the two of us.
SWMBO makes cards, and music, while I repair things.
So that’s going to be three sets of shelves and a work top over them.
His, hers, and in between no man’s land (which probably mean I’m not allowed on it!).
At last, somewhere to disassemble things without using the kitchen table!
Somewhere to screw my vice onto! Power points!!!! How sexy is all that.
Yep, I’m sad, but I do have fun!
Thus I’ll also get back to repairing just about anything with a power plug on it.
Domestic electronic repair is a ‘still needed’ skill but white goods need not apply for bench space as the cost of spares is usually prohibitive.
It does look like SWMBO’s plan for walking dogs has vaporized.
It turns out there are three other ladies doing that so I reckon pickings will be few.
So that’s cards, repairs, possibly computers, and . . . . .
The thought processes for making money never end do they!
Nearly forget! The HF radio will be plumbed in again.
I’ve got this lovely gabled roof for a long wire aerial to fit under.
Running North/South, it’s going to radiate nicely East/West so I can get back to annoying the Radio Amateurs again.
26FB962 calling CQ 11 meters!
Ah, I can just imagine the abuse as yet another freebander springs up in their ‘hood.
Just because you have a license doesn’t mean you own the whole radio spectrum losers!
And on that happy note, a cup of tea is beckoning.