There'll be a lot of discontented holiday makers this evening. With a great huzzah of relief, Graham put down his paintbrush. The hallway is done. A hallway in a largish single-storey house is a big job, lots of doors and a not inconsiderable amount of wall. But it's done, and stands cool, cream and white, waiting to be clothed once more.
Activity is set to move outdoors next, to catch the best of the summer weather.
Not today, though. Today I've been tackling the bloats. It'd not be a good thing to know too much about tomorrow. On purpose to be grand. My great-aunt Etty's friend who was going away, And how her onyx beads had come unstrung.