Moving everything about

A day of dragging things about the house, down to the dungeon or up to the spare room in preparation for carpet laying next week. And lots of discussion about furniture too. Lorraine working, and me attempting to catch up with some of the backlog of my own work. Feeling a bit frustrated that everything is on hold at the moment. But managed to at least enter a poetry competition.

Waiting for the pair of numpties who contacted us about collecting the shelves to collect them. They didn't, and accused us of being shitty when we asked them why they hadn't turned up.

Nice chats with Mum, and with Toby too who was at Deviation Road. Managed to say hi and have brief chats with Joan and Dick and Romy too, and glimpse out of the windows at a snowy Deviation Road. They need to get Star Trek beaming sorted. Would have been fabulous to beam over for a chat.

Listening in snatches to the audiobook of A Life by Keith Richards (and ghostwritten by James Fox) which is interesting. And what a life it is.

The view from our bedroom this morning.




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