Among various chores this morning I found time to do my ultra-virtuous six mile walk, and beat the rain too.
Returned home to find the house full of tarry smoke. Bleugh. The family room is now off limits - the door has literally been sealed up. There is one man ripping the door frame off the dining room French windows, and another man in a digger outside the living room door. So I am an exile in the house, bowl of virtuous vegan pumpkin soup in one hand, small chicken sandwich made with one slice of double fibre brown bread in the other. Maybe Little Starlet's room would offer some respite?
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