The ladies from the Women's Cooperative show up at at eight. They are making glacial progress but promise that Angus's office will be painted and papered by close of business tomorrow. The bedrooms will take a little longer to complete . It seems that they will be finished ' in a week or so '.
It pours all morning. The cleaning lady hoovers upstairs, the bib overall wearing ladies work down below. The PONs get under everyones feet. In the afternoon it's dry but chilly. Bob and Sophie ( who are by now stir crazy ) are allowed out and chase invisible things and bark at the wind.
On the other side of the lane The Old Farmers central heating belches clouds of black acrid smoke, then stops. The PONs watch as I carry two electric radiators over to him. We have a convesration about how expensive they'll be to run. '' It'll only be for a day or two " I tell him - with perhaps more hope than is entirely wise.
At the end of an exciting day Sophie settles in the snug and is soon asleep. Not even a foot bath can dislodge the mud that's worked its way into her paws from mole hill excavating.