Zerlina has kept up a family tradition. Weeza, Al, Ro and Squiffany all developed chickenpox over their birthdays (Pugsley caught it at the same time as Squiffany, so is the exception) and, soon after we all left yesterday, it was discovered that little z had spots. Poxy spots. She's feeling quite all right, there are several in her hair and a few on her body but she's not ill. Phil has the week off, and today, when Zerlina was due to be at the childminder's, was to have been His Day, a precious day all to himself, but as it was, he had to look after his little daughter while Weeza was at work.
We've marked out the placings for the ornamental bricks and, if it doesn't rain, Dave will come over for a bricklaying session on Wednesday. We're also moving the regular bricks, with a mind to starting to clear the place where they are - also, we want to know just how many we've got left. We've shifted 155 so far and have another whole pallet to go. At the start, we had seven palletsful of bricks, so it seems we have done eleven fourteenths of the project. More or less.