Aude , the bi-polar decaratrice. has also gone, leaving the hallway strewn with the detritus of her profession . Walking into the rickety old farmhouse is now like entering a challenging obstacle course. Wilf of course loves the scaffolding and stacks of paint pots - he can charge in, around and through everything.
It's August, there's not a cloud in the sky, the heat is melting the tarmac outside and 'the fonts' mind has turned to buying a stove. Yes. you read that right. Yesterday afternoon was spent chosing a new stove. Never one to prevaricate , 'the font' has decided that if we order a stove now it might be installed by mid-October - leave it until after the holidays and we'll be lucky if it's in for Christmas. Memories of the arctic winds that sweep through the old farmhouse in winter come rushing back. Fancy finding an American stove amid all the strange sounding Norwegian, Danish and Swedish makes. Boeing, Apple and now Vermont Castings.