View from the close

Claire’s off to Kinghorn to take delivery of two sofas. I drag myself out of bed and into the car to keep her company.

The decorator has left the kitchen in a mess and partially unfinished. After a somewhat confrontational phone call, Claire dons her overalls to do some final touches, while I remove masking tape and stray paint.

The sofas arrive, ascend, and are installed. We eat, descend (multiple times with decorating materials), and depart.

Nick and Noel have departed. I limp through the evening, heading for bed long before dark.