Apart for the inherent issues borne from a house with no drawers, I have developed a violent and increasing antipathy for the agent: Uriah Heap. His voice, presence and vibrations invoke intense negativity and scorn. Such an unadulterated pleasure to never deal with him again.
Joy to the world.
***technical interruption due to exhaustion - resuming writing on Day 3***
What doesn't inspire quite the same level of joy is the pool which has suddenly and inexplicably turned: from crystal blue to murky green. Consequently the pool man is coming this morning to show us how to remedy.
|Aside from lagoon, note absence of enormous cactus in the far corner|
- it has been re-homed due to reluctance to encourage
near nude-bodies next to the extremely prickly foliage.
The new kitchen appliances are also being delivered, I have to go to the accountant, Milo has to go to kinder and Peter Smith, who's going to be doing our building works (except the kitchen) is due to phone with a start date.
A busy day.
The frenzy to unpack has stalled, but I'll tell you about that next time.