Waiting for the rain...
On our latest scavenging expedition into the terrifying bowels of cottage #2, we discovered an extremely heavy 'coffee table' under the oil drums and a spilly open vat of oil. It's huge, about six feet long; maybe it's a bed! After struggling with Kevin to extract it, scrambling over heaps of nasty things, navigating the hurty nobbliness of the cobbled floor, then out of the tiny front door, down the wonky stone steps and through knee-high nettles, I think I can attest that a good proportion of its weight is attributable to its oil content. We couldn't avoid close contact with its damp, blackened surfaces. Its pungent oily aroma transferred, inevitably, to our clothes and skin. Eventually, we deposited it on the road surface and set about purging it of its stink using a de-greaser meant for car engines and then, after ten minutes' soaking, the jet washer came into play. I haven't 'been allowed' to use it before. After receiving Kevin's stern war...