“Next we go to Papua New Guinea, where there are scenes describing women who were put to death, having been accused of being witches. Some viewers may find this disturbing” I paraphrase, I’m not actually quoting in spite of the quotation marks. But this is a quote (unless the relevant word is distressing, am I likely to remember?)
“Ro – “Find it disturbing? Who wouldn’t?” and he changed the channel. Indeed.
Apparently, while I was out yesterday, he had a talk with his father. If I’d been there I’d not have been excluded, but I’ve given him openings this evening … anyway, he’s been talking about buying a house, but now he’s likely to be moving out in any case, into a room in someone’s house, as a half-way measure. I’m not surprised, nor dismayed, but neither am I relieved – he’s getting on for 25 and, although always enjoyable company, he’s been quite disengaged – that is, more than a friendly lodger than a close family member – in the time he’s lived here since he left university. We’ve plenty of space and he’s been able to save for a deposit, it’s been fine.
Weeza thinks I should make him feel guilty by being awfully upset. I think he’d think I was being odd, if he believed me at all.
I expect he’ll buy in the next 6 months, unless property prices enter freefall, which isn’t that likely.
Oh, there was just one meal I put on to my credit card in Italy, for 2 of us. I just got the bill in pounds. It was less than I expected. The exchange rate improved during the week then.
Oh. the sand and cement have arrived. I didn’t have the nous to photograph the lorry, but I have taken pictures of nearly a ton of sand and several bags of cement. How exciting. I must post them. Will it be all right to report on the Wall’s Progress here, or does it need a whole blog to itself? It hardly seems necessary, although it would mean that all you lovely people who flock here to lend a hand (possibly by just issuing admiring encouragement) could post their own thoughts and possibly photos of Dave’s and my Builder’s Bottoms. Hm. The camera is on top of a box of chocolates I’m not going to eat, so I may not put them up tonight.
Update – about 10 pm – Ro has told me himself, good lad. Boys can be concerned that their mothers will fuss. I’ve no idea if he thought I would, but still a job not to be shirked, so that’s good.