The shopping centre at Merry Hill was absolutely deserted. It reminded me of Birmingham airport when all the planes got grounded because of the volcanic eruption in Iceland. I had flown up to Edinburgh the day before for a meeting at Oatridge College and was due to fly home later that day. Luckily I put the TV on in my room as I was getting ready to go out and heard the news. As I left the hotel I had the foresight to book another night, just in case. It was as well I did as no planes were flying and I was stuck. The resourceful admin assistant at work managed to get me on a train from Edinburgh Waverley the next day and even booked a seat which was amazing as the train was packed and it was a long journey. When I got back to Birmingham International I then had to go to the airport to collect my car and make sure I would be able to get out of the car park as the booking had expired. The airport was deserted but I managed to sort the parking with no extra charges and was very glad to drive home.
Have been working the last couple of days but also done some more to my crochet while watching Life on Mars which passed me by when it was on TV but I came across on Netflix. Set in 1973, the year I got married and my eldest son was born.
I am still trying to dry out the conservatory. A guy came on Tuesday to patch up a channel across the floor and a hole in the wall outside made by the electrician. I have tried leaving all of the windows and the door open and that seemed to work and the floor looked nearly dry but then the next morning it was wet again. Today I have tried keeping it closed up and warm (the sun was lovely) and running the dehumidifier. I got about a litre out so lets see what it looks like tomorrow.
While I was outside in the conservatory I looked up and was surprised to see two men in the oak tree at the bottom of the garden climbing around with chain saws. Boys and toys. Job well done though as the tree keeps dropping dead branches into my garden (not to mention leaves and acorns which the resident squirrels then dig up). One more tree at the side of the garden still needs to be done but they said that as there was a Tree Preservation Order (TPO) on it they had to get council approval so they would come back again.