So I’m back in full-time office work, HO HUM. Money is tight, and needs must. It’s a proofreading position, so I don’t mind the work itself too much. Eliminating errant apostrophes is soothing. I’m proofreading funeral programmes, as it happens: I spend eight hours a day, five days a week, making sure all the Thees and Thys are consistently capitalised in the Lord’s Prayer and trying to correctly attribute the Footprints in the Sand poem to one of its three authors. Oh and trying not to think of this Monty Python sketch while proofing hymns and psalms. (Gosh, we’re all really impressed down here I can tell you!)
Renovations are still going on, naturally. The fireplace is still waiting for finishing touches, because as it turns out, HILARIOUSLY, the chimney breast is not at all parallel to the wall, which we only noticed when we put the lovely slate hearth down and pushed it flush to the chimney breast and watched it form a raaaaaather noticeably acute angle with the floorboards. HA HA HA hooray. So it’s now at a more visually straight angle, lining (mostly) up with the floorboards but leaving a slight gap behind it on one side of the fireplace that will need clever backfilling with more slate. Eventually.
But the fireplace works, is the important thing. CAT FIRE STARE ACTIVATE!
Simon has now painted the front hall and upstairs landing, cleaned most of the Victorian tiles (not a small job, and nowhere near finished), taken up the carpeting on the stairs and sanded down the pine boards underneath. The risers will be painted bright white. Simon is a champ.