PHOEBE ON DA FLOOR

Would you just look at that - a proper floor and patio doors cut out. We're cooking on gas! Phoebe the great explorer has inspected the work to date and approves.

Well it's a wet Sunday morning and I would, in the old days (three months ago), still have been tucked up in bed. Sub-arach = quality sleep deprivation. No problems with cat napping and randomly nodding off but no inclination to lie-in; my brain's very 'jangly' and won't switch off so it's much less stressful and less tiring to occupy it gainfully than lie and think randomly which, quite frankly, hurts. Strangely, skull seems more lumpy where the surgical black & decker went in; guess my forehead modelling days are over.

Visited another part of the country yesterday - indeed, ventured abroad into N Wales to see F's Aunties. Aunty H lives in an old Welsh farmhouse stuffed to the ginnels with books, crockery, antiques, collectables and not-so-collectables. She is so eccentric and ever so interesting - a local historian and genealogist. In the new year she's going to point me in the right direction for tracing the history of our farm. Then went on to visit Aunty M who's in a nursing home following a severe stroke. A great improvement from when we last saw her; her mind was really active and pretty much spot on, unlike last time when she could only remember us sporadically. She usually mistakes Fiona for her mum which doesn't do much for F's sense of humour.......

Spent the rest of the evening researching septic tanks and alternative drainage systems with Dad - boy, do we know how to live!!!