No, no not me - if anything I was fairly up both days. But, my dear friends, the place that has stolen the majority of my daylight hours over the last week or two.
Oh yes. It's time to talk allotment.
After more or less completing our new fancy nancy shed it was time to dismantle the old one.
Mr K was at his happiest wielding a mallet.
And soon the base was clear and ready for our greenhouse.
Sadly the marker pen that Mr K had used to label the order of the base was not waterproof so friends were called upon to ponder the puzzle.
And marvel at the old nest of a snail loving mouse.
By the evening - or in this case about four o'clock - the frame was up and lack of light forced us home.
The sunshine that we had been promised for Sunday failed to appear but we carried on with our hair raising, nerve racking insertion of greenhouse glass regardless.
Perhaps my little homilies such as 'you live by the greenhouse, you die by the greenhouse' would have been best kept under wraps, but trying to manoeuvre slippy glass to head height did smack of a scene from 'Final Destination'.
Limbs intact we persevered.
Pausing only to take a shot across the other rooftops before the last pane went in.
Then down went a path.
And up came a parsnip from a fellow allotmenteer!
A brief period of contemplation for Mr K before the best 'up' of all.
After a quick phone around we managed to gather a few chums together to watch the old shed going up in flames.
We watched and chatted and laughed and generally shared that wonderful feeling that comes with sitting around a bonfire with friends.
From the new shed window the scene looked almost Dickensian.
And so the flames went down and home we went. A busy weekend. Lots of playing around with soil, wood and hammers. But that night I went to bed happy.
If slightly singed!
P.S. I promise that next time I will include some pretty pictures . The secret squirrels are quite busy around these parts at the moment so it's difficult to share, but things are certainly afoot!