Whatever that means
Well, almost. A bit of painting to do but the little windows are all in so it’s no longer possible to just reach inside and open them and make off with all the bikes, tools and bits of wood.
That was the day’s job after taking Ewan to commit acts of violins at his orchestra practice and sitting doing a bit of work while drinking the rancid coffee. And then I made a little bag – the usual waxed cotton lined with linen/wool but with a neat little wraparound handle. I gave it to Ewan to put his music in but I might steal it. Or make another one.