The builders leave for the weekend. Before they go they open up a passageway through the plastic sheeting onto the terrace. Now we can at least sit outside. The foreman says he's looked all over but can't find the new ceiling lights for the master bathroom. This isn't surprising as Angus has forgotten to buy them. This little secret he keeps to himself.
A mad dash with Bob and Sophie to the hardware store. All the ceiling lights identical, hideous and expensive. A quick christening tour of the car park then back home to do an emergency Amazon search. A much better selection of lights at half the price. They should be dispatched from London today and with us by Tuesday.
Sophie a bit out of sorts. Teething pains. It's also oppressively hot and humid. After a brief but ferocious afternoon storm she can be found lying on the cool pool cover. Old leaves, branches, bits of twig and two inches of storm water all adding to her delight. Bob looks on in horror. An older brother '' should you be doing that ? " look on his face. Sophie knows exactly what she wants to do.