Emily Gray

The decorators were sent a fairly terse text the other day to the effect we needed to recover, before the weekend, at least two of the three rooms in which they have been doing whatever it is they do. To be fair, they finished off and cleared up.

Spent the day repatriating the piles of stuff on the landing into piles for the tip or the bin or, in some rare cases, back to where it came from.

Trip to town. Nearly managed to set off the alarm at work - which would not have made me popular. Football v Nigeria. Yesterday’s chicken with sauté spuds. Bottle of red. Done.

Contrast Mural continues to give me shots and there are plenty more where this came from.