OK, OK - so I've made an offer on another drone, but this one has FPV (First Person View) and auto-return by GPS, so you can see the world from the drone's eye's view and if you do get into trouble you can press a button and it homes in on your GPS location, which is transmitted by the controller. It's called the JJRC H11D, or Eye of God. I guess it's designed for old blokes like me.
Saw a headline yesterday saying - Corbyn: I won't use Trident. Well, each to his own, but I always thought Steradent was the business myself.
Getting back to the cabin; bought a 2kW ADAX Neo slim-line convector radiator to heat the living room. For a start I can't see people being willing to muck about with a wood burner (although we are fitting one), and secondly, if we're generating electricity then it doesn't make sense to add an alternative heating source. The ADAX is somewhat stylish, which means you could achieve the same thing yourself for half the cost with a pot of paint and some metal, but it certainly does look the business and we have to bear in mind the clientele we're hoping to attract. You can also set the thermostat to daytime and nighttime temperatures - useful if you're renting it out as an office.
You can wall-mount it, or use detachable feet (which I forgot to order). The only problem is the lead is too short to reach the socket on the left, so Hay's dad is being drafted in to replace the cable.
Might get a couple of 400kW ones for the bedrooms, but only after this jobbie has proven itself.
The internal oak doors have been oiled (they're actually oak veneer, but you wouldn't know it and they saved us a packet).
The composting loo still has to be plumbed in - shouldn't take more than an evening.
And the cooker has to be connected to the electricity supply.
The wi-fi has to be installed, and I'm expecting the gubbins for that to arrive today from China. That should enable me to beam broadband from the house over the 100 metres to the cabin.
The other jobs aren't as important for the business let - tiling the kitchen splashback area, putting in the Sky dish - they can be done at our leisure.
Our business tenants (who are currently residing in the other office we let out) move in on Monday. We're giving them a special deal for the first year while we sort out the little issues that will doubtless crop up and get the area surrounding the cabin looking like a garden.
I'm really chuffed with the result. It's a wooden temporary building within all permitted development rules, but to step into it you'd think it was part of the house - the continuity is almost perfect. It's like a womb transplant - sorry, I have a speech impediment - obviously I mean a room transplant. We reckon the return on our investment will be around 10% p.a., which is better than putting the cash in the bank or paying off the mortgage a couple of years early.
I hear some poor chap in India has been lynched for storing and eating beef. He apparently protested that it was mutton, but the rumour mill decided it was beef, so he got his just desserts - or rather, not - and was turned into onglet! Just hope the buggers don't come to my house - I have a kilo of skirt beef sitting in the fridge for Friday night's dinner.
Religion is such a hideous thing - you can't eat this, you can't say that, you have to wear this, you have to do that, you can't marry so-and-so, you must wage war against these people, you must think this. If there is a God, he must be shaking his head in amazement at the unbounded stupidity of humans and the sheer, unadulterated backwardness of religion. Thank heavens the Enlightenment managed to draw the teeth of Christianity, else we'd still be burning each other at the stake for some imagined slight against an imaginary deity that some deluded nutter imagines he has a direct line to.
Talking of deluded nutters, the Turner Prize is in the offing! Heard a bunch of people on the BBC news last night talking a load of bollocks about it . I love the Turner Prize - gives me something to have a good moan about. Self-important, up your arse crap masquerading as art - love it! I'm 100% with the much lamented Brian Sewell on this - ghastly! It's an attempt by so-called artists to out do each other in meaningless trivia.
Talking of meaningless trivia - it's Hay's book club tonight, and it's scheduled to be held here. I suppose there's the option of decamping to the Old Sodbury Village Hall Committee meeting. Talk about the choice between the Devil or the deep blue sea....
You can wall-mount it, or use detachable feet (which I forgot to order). The only problem is the lead is too short to reach the socket on the left, so Hay's dad is being drafted in to replace the cable.
Might get a couple of 400kW ones for the bedrooms, but only after this jobbie has proven itself.
The internal oak doors have been oiled (they're actually oak veneer, but you wouldn't know it and they saved us a packet).
The composting loo still has to be plumbed in - shouldn't take more than an evening.
And the cooker has to be connected to the electricity supply.
The wi-fi has to be installed, and I'm expecting the gubbins for that to arrive today from China. That should enable me to beam broadband from the house over the 100 metres to the cabin.
The other jobs aren't as important for the business let - tiling the kitchen splashback area, putting in the Sky dish - they can be done at our leisure.
Our business tenants (who are currently residing in the other office we let out) move in on Monday. We're giving them a special deal for the first year while we sort out the little issues that will doubtless crop up and get the area surrounding the cabin looking like a garden.
I'm really chuffed with the result. It's a wooden temporary building within all permitted development rules, but to step into it you'd think it was part of the house - the continuity is almost perfect. It's like a womb transplant - sorry, I have a speech impediment - obviously I mean a room transplant. We reckon the return on our investment will be around 10% p.a., which is better than putting the cash in the bank or paying off the mortgage a couple of years early.
I hear some poor chap in India has been lynched for storing and eating beef. He apparently protested that it was mutton, but the rumour mill decided it was beef, so he got his just desserts - or rather, not - and was turned into onglet! Just hope the buggers don't come to my house - I have a kilo of skirt beef sitting in the fridge for Friday night's dinner.
Religion is such a hideous thing - you can't eat this, you can't say that, you have to wear this, you have to do that, you can't marry so-and-so, you must wage war against these people, you must think this. If there is a God, he must be shaking his head in amazement at the unbounded stupidity of humans and the sheer, unadulterated backwardness of religion. Thank heavens the Enlightenment managed to draw the teeth of Christianity, else we'd still be burning each other at the stake for some imagined slight against an imaginary deity that some deluded nutter imagines he has a direct line to.
Talking of deluded nutters, the Turner Prize is in the offing! Heard a bunch of people on the BBC news last night talking a load of bollocks about it . I love the Turner Prize - gives me something to have a good moan about. Self-important, up your arse crap masquerading as art - love it! I'm 100% with the much lamented Brian Sewell on this - ghastly! It's an attempt by so-called artists to out do each other in meaningless trivia.
Talking of meaningless trivia - it's Hay's book club tonight, and it's scheduled to be held here. I suppose there's the option of decamping to the Old Sodbury Village Hall Committee meeting. Talk about the choice between the Devil or the deep blue sea....
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What do the neighbours think of the eye in the sky?
(I just had a sudden vision of fighter drones being scrambled to protect boundaries) ;)
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