Doggo, now seemingly bored with the front bedroom, is making
a beeline for his bed upstairs every morning. This is probably just so that he
can sneak down later and check on the builder. Not a bad plan really when you
think about it.
I take the car to work and do the shopping before we starve.
It is in the paper that some chap failed to break two hours at the Leicester Half yesterday after stopping to propose to somebody in the crowd. He subsequently crossed the line in 2:02. I imagine they have since split
up.
I get home to find that no more tiling has been done but
definitely tomorrow the chap says. He has added a few more bits of trim and
changed the windowsill. It will all be done by the end of Wednesday he assures
me.
Dog training is called off due to a lack of willing volunteers
to stand in a cold damp muddy field. So we get to enjoy an unexpected night in together
instead.
(Monday 24th October)
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