Picture us, me with my Gin and Tonic, and Him with his schooner of beer, and the MouseWolves refusing to take a proffered crisp, as we all gaze out at the head of the river where it used to push through to the sea. Renovating the beach house has us very weary. The prorities change day by day.
Today the MouseWolves met their new vet and we learned all about checking them each day for ticks, and adding to their Advantix cover by spraying them after they come out of the surf. Surf! Surf? And they met their new boarding girls.
We decided to swap bedrooms. So far this afternoon since five o'clock I have cleared out 20 large garbage bags of detritus. I tried not to get upset when I saw the moth holes in my Mother-in-Laws blue poodle cloth dressing gown that she had made herself.
The carpenter (aka 'The Vet') is installing new curtain rods whilst I cleaned the window ledges. Will we get to bed before midnight? Not before I vacuum clean everything in that room! The new blockout curtains should keep daylight out for hours tomorrow morning.
I didn't know that one could get this tired.
And tomorrow the roof insulation arrives as the Vet installs floating shelves in the kitchen.
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