Half sunk a shattered visage lies . . .

Poetry is one thing to bring comfort to a would-be builder who has just been ticked off by the site manager for being condescending.  OK, I know I suffer from what is at last recognised as a real condition: obsessive compulsive disorder, or OCD, The fact remains, though, I really do like straight piles.

But now I know that the straightness of the pile of blocks is secondary in importance to its placement: both in relation to the work area and to the next pile (you have to be able to get a mixing board in between the columns.)  But I’m not going to tell you any more about piles of blocks because I’ll only get ticked off again.  So here are the blocks for the front of the building that remind me of the Shelley poem:

And these are blocks on the eastern side for the children’s room.  I missed the chance of seeing the dumping of stone into the trough and then being covered in sand as seen here.  The sand will prevent the damp-proof membranes from being punctured as the cement floor layer is poured.

On the western side, Graham is digging out the ground in preparation for the two new rooms on the western front.

Now, it would be really great if someone – or preferably loads of people – could click the Comment box and say how glad they are that I am covering this project and how much we are all learning before I’m banned from the site.