I got the fence finished. It took some doing, and it's awfully wonky, but I got it up. The fence on the other side, however, wasn't so straightforward. The simple fact is that I didn't have the right materials to do the job, nor the right tools. Realising that my 4pm B&Q dash was fruitless, I went back to the house, packed the car and then drove to my friend's place in Leeds, where I was fed and we listened to MP3s until it was far too late.

Then I headed back to Reading. I arrived late and tired. This is the story of my life.