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No 1 great. No 2 thin.

My 1980 Super. Apologies for the faux-retro Charge saddle. S Record pedals are being refurbed and I will order some hoods when I have a lull in my inherent Yorkshireman-ness.

And standard class accommodation is 2.4 children.

Good plan but make provision for an overflow as you’d be amazed how quick waterbutts fill up. Either drain to a gravel filled trench out the way somewhere or pipe it to a rainwater gulley by the house.

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Blimey. You could play Duelling Banjos on that front brake cable. And is it my eye or is that back wheel tracking three inches to the right of the front?

Google My Business support.
8 months at my new address and I am still waiting for these people to transfer my (almost exclusively 5*) feedback from the old listing to the new. In theory I should be able to do this myself but their help section is such a complicated mess it’s near impossible to navigate and their fixation on sending verification documents to the old address, ignoring emails or answering them with stock irrelevant info is creating a tangled loop of dispair. As it stands my old listing has disappeared so I can’t even add a hyperlink to my new info. I suspect it’s lost forever which is a disaster because I have less capacity than before and need to appeal to the more discerning customer.

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Agreed. It’s kinda like getting all the Archers actors to play the Eastenders and vice-versa.

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Years ago we used to let the neighbours cat have the run of our house. In actual fact I think it was him allowing us to live there, but I guess you get my drift. He was no scaredy-puss and we would hear him defend his patch next door from interlopers when necessary - not that we had any other mogs in our place. One day he started his daily summer round by strolling in through the patio door, doing a few leg circuits, head butts and receiving lap cuddles while we sat on the sofa. Then it was off up the stairs for a leisurely stroll around and a couple of hours on a warm sunlit bed. Not today though. As soon as he reached the landing he was back down the stairs and outside like a bullet. We had to investigate so with trepidation went upstairs to see if there was maybe a rabid dog or wild boar making itself at home. Nope: Peering out from the edge of the bath were two big yellow eyes......glued to a green novelty octopus-shaped sponge.

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Or a brick under one side of the pallet to ride in a velodrome.

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Cheers. I was lucky with the house in that every stud corresponds to a length of 1 ft so sorting out the proportions was dead easy. The only thing I couldn’t do straight off was internal doors but I’m working on integrating the hinge side into the wall to get a standard Lego door in somehow.

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Yes, from brick link. Loath to say how much it cost😩 but very tempted to do a frontage for the rest of the terrace too.
Still working on the upstairs furniture...
Toilet is my favourite bit. If I was to recreate my sons room exactly I might as well have not bothered with the flooring tiles!

House and house

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Used retro friction with my Campy Triomphe group cos the original shifters were totally pants.