Things had settled down so I'd stopped tying the bike to the rafters, so of course it fell over, and has now resumed being tied to the rafters again. Water stayed on this time, but power out again for 5 1/2 hours, back on now. Lots of stuff over and out again, but nothing important broke, the good stuff went in Feb. I can't be fucked picking everything up again, it's safe where it is for now, I'll have a tidy up in the morning.
The views expressed above may not match yours - But that's the reason my Dad went to war - wasn't it?
Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, .... but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out,... shouting "man, what a ride"!!!
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