I needed a laugh, please also enjoy the above YouTube.
As nail guns fire over my head, builders are singing off tune, the building inspector has been and gone. We still have full skips on the drive.
I have turned into some mad crazy Womble, who seems to think that every single piece of wood coming out of the loft, could be made into something or at least burnt in the stove. The garage and greenhouse (the greenhouse that gets no sun and is rotting away slowly), are completely full with bits of stuff. In years to come someone is going to be here for one of those Hoarder TV programmes where they ask the person "Why did you keep this? Does it have any significance?"... there will be a slow nod from me, "I dont know why I kept it or got it out of the skip to tell the truth"... In my head I will be silently screaming "because the build was making me nuts? I have to have all of the lumber from the skip incase it is cold and I cant help myself than pick it all out like Stig of the Dump... I might of needed it right?", *looks around crazy eyed* and mouths the words "My Precious".
Send help, I've gone Womble Mad!