
There was more than a whiff of spring in the air. The peacock displayed ( he really has managed to produce a hell of a tail from nowhere!), the peahen watched, indulgently, for a while and Little seemed suitably awed.
I got a lot done...always the case when the sun shines, however wanly.
Because we had had the builders in for so long, we suffered from workman invasion fatigue syndrome...plus our very engaging doing-it-for-'fun' painter lost interest..so we have been living with plaster on the walls... I think that contributed to the BG's sense that we were, once again, in only a semi-stable state. I decided to bite the bullet and get the decoration done. Nick, the new painter ( really a potter and a yoga instructor in real life) has made a huge impact ..the BG's room and bathroom are almost finished and the BG can see that the onerous and tedious decanting of the contents of his room and the decamping to the spare was well worth the effort. My turn to evacuate tomorrow night. What is alarming is the volume of DUST, never mind the vast quantities of stuff...
Upstairs will be transformed and it's great that all the niggly little unfinished bits downstairs are now tidied up, too. Maybe we will feel more anchored.

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