Back at the house the tiler is doing something unspecified and unscheduled to the floor of the kitchen while the English joiner and his Irish mate are installing the cupboards in the dog room. Wilf and Digby will soon have a special storage area just for them where toys, grooming brushes, towels and the rest of the paraphenalia of dog life can be stored. This should bring an end to the mad morning rush of trying to find harnesses and leads that somehow manage to move and hide themselves overnight.
We're hoping that the weather will hold and that it will stay warm enough to have lunch and possibly dinner on the outside terrace. This years long extended winter is finally drawing to a close. The Wahl clippers beckon.