Indeed, I am a landlord (or landlady, but I don’t have the bosom for it). Roses has moved in next door. She claims to be going through a mid-life crisis, but we all know really that she couldn’t pass up the opportunity to live with me. Who in their right mind would?
In other news.
That was yesterday. Here it is now –
It is being removed on Saturday and a new one brought, because we are starting to clear the big workshop. This evening, because I had a little unhappy blip about what is still to be done, Roses reminded me that I’ve been talking about decluttering for years and begging Russell to deal with things, but he never really tried. I suppose it was too big a job, the thought of it overwhelmed him. We did make a start last year – or maybe it was the year before – and filled one skip, but then the attempt petered out. I mustn’t lose momentum, I’m really anxious at the thought of this still dominating my life in years to come. Thanks to darling Weeza, who is giving up her Saturdays to help me, we are making some headway already.