It is half past nine in the morning, the sky is a clear blue, the sun is shining, my car is thick with ice and I would guess it is very cold indeed outside the door (I haven't opened it yet since I got up at seven).
John (Going Gently) speaks of getting out of the house so that he gets away from his worries. I begin to know the feeling as one thing after another does rather get me down. At present it is the electrics in the bungalow. My electrician is going through everything so that he can give me a certificate at the end of the work to say that the whole place is in good order. That is proving a long and hard job. As I mentioned yesterday, the lights in the bathroom - four of them set in the ceiling - are proving difficult because of the wiring. Luckily the ceiling is not Artexed in there and my painter and decorator called in at short notice (he is a great find thanks to a friend - he is her neighbour) and the upshot is that the four downlights are to be removed and then he is coming in the fill in the holes and just one ordinary bathroom light will be fitted - a great relief.
The next problem has presented itself in that the electrician found that there were some woodworm holes in one of the beams in the roof space. It is never ending = I just stop worrying about one job and another worry takes its place. John's answer is to get out of the house and to this end I am meeting a friend for lunch today. Perhaps for an hour I can forget it all.