- Auction
- Painting the fireplace in the garden room
- Painting the feature wall in the garden room
- Painting the fireplace in the morning room
- Ordering blinds
- Installing blinds
- Visiting Pobol y Cwm
- Month's memorial mass in Ireland
- Getting drunk in Camden with old friend from the Village
- Painting the front door
- Painting the front door surround
- BF's visit
- Joining the gym
- Dinner in Marge's
- Dinner in Jack's
- King's Speech (Good)
- Black Swan (Not)
- Waning interest in the gym
- Story telling workshop
- Tuning the ukulele
- Tuning the new blue guitar
- Becoming the Singing Detective
Ouch. I can feel that as a candlestick is thrown at me from Alex. Well it's true. Alex has done most of the house things above as the project is moving towards it's final phase. It's hard now to remember the hell we went through to get to this state of comfort and good taste.
BF seemed impressed and gave the house her fullest consideration. She took her time in each room, drinking it all in. She decided that the so-called garden room was her favourite.
There's more to blog about. How mortality, which forever was on the long finger, is now creeping closer. There's been word from two good friends in the old country, both bracing themselves for bereavement - one close friend and one sister near the end.
There's been a change of government in Ireland (Yippee) and in these early days it seems a quick win might be possible in negotiating a lower interest rate on the EU bailout.
There is a party to organise. Alex and me agreed the date but we need to let our intended guests know.
Then there is the case of high profile gay fathers. First Elton did it, then Rufus. And what a gene pool Rufus's off spring has. His parents were Loudain Wainwright and Kate McGarrigle. The mother of his child is only Leonard Cohen's daughter. No pressure then, Viva Katherine.
Good to be back in blogland and apologies, Alex that you have been withdrawal symptoms.
