Kiss

After all that, the guest for whom I was doing all the tidying can't come (for reasons I understand completely). And I discovered that actually I was doing all that for me. It's great to walk into the kitchen and see the table rather than a big pile of plastic boxes waiting to be put away. It's great to have work surfaces I can use. Best of all: I can look out of the window and see the garden without a damaged pallet, a tall pile of bricks and buckets of rubble in the way. Yes, I had to move it all, and I'll have to move the bricks again when I sell them which will, I hope, be quite soon, but meanwhile, I love it.

Today's intermittent downpours were perfect for brushing the soil that was underneath everything, off the patio, in stages.