Had a bit of a moment yesterday as well, as I watched all the newly dusted surfaces in the house disappear under a thick layer of dust. Not to worry, my 'bit of a moment' soon went, pushed aside by me telling me head not to be such a wooz, and that this dust was necessary if the plinth, on which the Rayburn stove was to be put but now is not, was to be made narrower by fifteen centimetres so it could become a 'feature' of the kitchen, and not like it shouldn't be there. To have taken out the whole plinth would have be an horrendous task, so we comprised and took a bit of it off.
But I didn't take a photo shoot of Lester's efforts at the time because he can get a bit tetchy about me taking photos when he is doing things, so here is the end result. Not much to look at, but it will look OK when the kitchen is finished. How do I know? Because a sort of intuitive photo of the finished kitchen has arrived in my head, the same as it did with the floor tiles, which have arrived and make my heart sing when I look at them, although I do not a clue as to what colours I am to put with them. Not to worry, they were the right ones to get because my intuition told me that they were, although my head argued against my intuition, saying that 'normal' terracotta tiles would be best. But my intuition conquered my head, and I am glad it did.
......couldn't finish this blog as we had a conveyor belt of thunder storms for the rest of the day......it is now the morning after..... (we have to switch the Internet off because we have overhead power cables which are vulnerable to lightning strike. Should we become struck, then the computers could blow up through the lightning generated electrical force. OOOOOerrr, wouldn't want that to happen...might singe my hair and give us a fright....)
So, the morning after:
Message to self: If a sneeze is imminent, then best to walk quickly away from the piggy pen and let the sneeze happen at a distance from it. Big sneezes can make little piggies jump almost out of their skin.
Message to self: Do not get into a fret next time you see the piglet hooligans squeeze under the gate between Mum Pig and Dad Pig's pens. Dad Pig remains quite calm about having them running round under his feet, and you can now dispel all fears about him regarding them as fodder for his food table. There will come a time when they can no longer squeeze beneath the gate, by which time Dad Pig would have probably lost patience with them anyway.
AND THE PIGGY PHOTOS........
....and Lissie waiting patiently for her calf to arrive....