Counting sheep

Hello! Happy Sunday :)

The sheets for this trapezoidal mattress arrived this week, and my mum's neighbour Bev did a stellar job adjusting them to shape. I was waiting for those before unpacking the bedding, and oh my god, it's everything you love about the sweet scent of a Cheviot sheep field, minus the shit. I once slept at the edge of one in a bivvy bag during a cycling tour, but this is the bougie version. That night however my sleep score was 70; I woke up at the crack of dawn to the patter patter patter of duck feet along the roof. Adorable, but yawn.

On Thursday afternoon Darren, the safety examiner, stopped by for 90 minutes to inspect everything worth inspecting — the gas, engine, and a few of the electrics. Luckily I only "failed" on a few fronts: the bilge pump connections were janky (i.e. temporary) and missing a fuse, and the fuel supply and return lines were chafed. Relieved! A simple fix.

I then finished the starboard side panelling, and I've done the corner trim and lighting coves as well: