As we are getting up early (so that we can work through the ‘cooler’ part of the day) we go to bed between 10 – 11p.m.; we read for a bit (I’ve read over 50 books in four months) and then go to sleep. Just past midnight the phone rang, it was Emily and Beri; they had been trying to call us all evening and refused to give up (I knew the bloody phones weren’t working properly). It was lovely to chat with them, even though I don’t think I was very coherent as I was half asleep! It did me good as I’ve been feeling a bit homesick this week.
On Saturday, on our way to the quinta, there was a dead cat in the road and it’s been there every day since; this morning there were two dead kittens, about ¼ of a mile apart. We think, and this is complete conjecture on our part, that perhaps the first cat was a feral female and that, when she did return, her kittens came out looking for food – it was really sad (to see one dead kitten is bad, but two seems so much worse), not a good start to the morning.
Yesterday Brett kept complaining that dirt was getting inside his boots, as he was smashing up the floor; so today he fabricated himself some gaiters (out of cling film!).
Disposable gaiters!
Unfortunately they didn’t work for long, so he won’t be patenting his design!We spent all day on the floor; Brett breaking it up, me shovelling and wheeling away. We are so very very tired. Brett keeps mumbling on about buying a log cabin for £20,000! But it is definitely coming along and the sheer size of our new kitchen is becoming apparent, the back wall will be 11’ high, which will be fantastic after our low ceiling at Pentwyn – I can have a hanging clothes airer!
We will be doing lighter chores tomorrow, there’s no way we can do a third day of the floor.
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