I may have to migrate.
I can't get into the kitchen or dining room, so it will be hunting and gathering at the local takeaways tonight. Last night I slept very badly, for fear of sleeping in, as the sanding and polishing firm was to turn up at 7.30 am . Once that is all done, then there is some repainting. Perhaps it will all be finished by the end of the week, but it is surely unwise to say this out loud. At least the firm this morning stuck up drop sheets all over the place, and what a pity this did not not happen during the last five weeks.
Just as well I had the opera study group to go to.
I took my crochet along, as is my wont, and I must say that doing crochet is a wonderful icebreaker and conversation piece. The crochet clinic was yesterday, which is all good clean fun, and I rewarded myself with an ice cream afterwards. There is a great fellowship in handcrafts and making things. but what is the female word of fellowship? Fellowship sounds very blokey. I want a nice female word.
I left the house early so as not to get into the way of the workers, and thus had a slow trip across the city in hideous traffic. I sat in the car, waiting for it to be time to go into the hall for the talk. Then my sister rang me, and we talked for some time, which made my phone battery almost flat. As I drove home this afternoon, it occurred to me that I had left my mobile phone charger in the kitchen, and thus could not get to it. I drove over to the nearest set of shops, bought new chargers, as well as two books for $5 each, and some sliced ham to nibble should midnight starvation afflict me tonight or tomorrow night. Perhaps the prospect of the fumes addled my reason, as one book is on fabric painting and decoration, and all I can say in my defence is that I must be a cock-eyed optimist, and/or be completely divorced from both reality and probability. The other is on the Sun King's Garden, and while it is of fairly modest interest, surely for a mere $5 you can't go wrong.
Now a blowfly has come in through the open door upstairs. And where is the fly spray?
Downstairs in the kitchen. As is my little sharp knife. How will I slice the cheese?
The floors look very convincingly wet, but promise to look good.