The sewing room is clean. Ish. My son has his laptop again, fixed. There is a stupid man on Countdown as I speak who asks for a "continent" instead of a consonant, and it is driving me potty. The wind is howling round my house and garden and knocking things over, and Jean and Glynis have popped round at different times today. The builders arrived next door at 7am. HELLO???? This is summer!!! 7am start of cement mixers is not good.
I am packing. And turfing out most of what I intended taking. I don't know what I want to take. I do know that a small greenhouse is in my case. Everyone should take a small greenhouse on holiday with them.
So there we are. Fascinating stuff. David is pacing about waiting for a delivery from Amazon which will not be arriving today, even though he paid for guaranteed delivery today, and supper will consist of anything still alive in the fridge. And now I am off to water my garden and rescue fallen over things.
If anything really exciting happens, you will get to hear. But don't hold your breath.