It's been a productive day. Wink and I went back to the tile place and showed my Lowestoft mug to the owner, who was so helpful. He is going to do a sample tile next week, so that I can go and see if it is the right colour - I still don't know how much these tiles cost and suspect it's a lot, but I'm not too bothered about that. Honestly, with all I'm spending this year, a couple of hundred pounds over standard price on tiles is not an issue.
As the weather had improved, Scott has been working outside much of the day, but he finished the first coat in the study. Thomas, poor lad, took up all the cork tiles and it was a painstaking job. They were stuck down hard. I cleared the cloakroom cupboards except for the bottom level, where things will stay, and have started to shift kitchen stuff in there. I've also moved the bins into the former broom cupboard, now the bin cupboard and am managing to remember not to go to the former place, so far. I've moved enough stuff out of sight to feel more tranquil. All the clutter and mess was starting to make me anxious.
It was Ro's birthday yesterday and the whole family, except for Squiffany, will be coming over for lunch. I spent the evening making marinades and preparing food, having said I will go to no trouble at all. I'm an idiot. Finally, sometime after 8.30, I turned my attention to dinner, being very hungry. I made toasted cheese. And then, taking it to the dining room, I managed to tip the plate and it shot onto the carpet. I'm happy to report that butter side down didn't apply, it did a neat flip and landed cheese side up. I picked it up and ate it. No visible fluff, it was fine. There was absolutely no question that I'd do it all again. I trust that toasted cheese at 9pm will give me neither nightmares nor indigestion.
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