It's early - 7.49 am to be precise. I can hear the lorry and it's pouring down. The dust problem covering the outside of our home at least seems to be sorting itself out. Why didn't they just damp down the bungalow yesterday before the demolition? Easy - we asked the question and were told "because we didn't have to" - apparantly planning didn't insist upon it. So much for good practice and good PR (a platform that our developers posture on as a local company). Off to school now - not long to go until end of term.
What will I find when I return? More later ...
Well, the rain today has been a blessing after all - my soaking feet (stupidly refused to get the winter footware out again) are a small price to pay for the blissful relief of driving home to unchanged surroundings. Even the sight of the demolished bungalow seems comforting. Rained off - hoorah!
A late PS - We had our regular curry last night. Our friends have read the blog. The general feelings are :
1. The tension is well-hidden but still apparent and they fear for my sanity (b*gg*r!)
2. I am hard of hearing and John always was Giles (what a clever strategy that man has - even my closest friends don't believe me - must collect anecdotes for "how to be a complete "b*****d and succeed!)
3. My poor partner - who wants to come home to that?
"What was Alice's bungalow and the other one"
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I'll be following this with more than just a little interest.
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