The ladies from the Women's Cooperative are in a surly mood. The uneven eighteenth century walls of The Rickety Old Farmhouse do not lend themselves to the hanging of striped wallpaper.
From his office down below Angus hears language that is decidedly not lady like. The PONs race up and down the stairs to investigate and help. Their presence amidst the buckets of paste does nothing to improve the situation.
The lady with the Rosie the Riveter head wear informs me that it was stupid to order stripes. '' When you have flawed walls you need swirls to divert the eye ". Until this moment in time Angus was unaware he had flawed walls. You live and learn.
Aude and the tobacco chewing lady, sensing the paperers unhappiness, head off to start on the end bedroom. Unbidden, they move the furniture into the hallway. Both ends of the hallway are now clogged with furniture. This gives the house the feel of something between the Adams Family home and a place that an OCD bric a brac collector might live in. The PONs find the mattress that's been laid on the floor excellent for bouncing up and down on.
Is it my imagination or is the chanting at the 11.00 am meditation session less cheerful than usual ?
We discover a new word. This fast food restaurant in DC sells '' concretes ". How could we not have tasted a concrete ?
The ladies of the Women's Cooperative are now a day behind schedule. Not bad considering this will be their third day here. Glacial progress continues. Bob and Sophie love having visitors. Their owners not so much.