All things considered, getting home is alright, I guess? Initially I felt rather deflated. Back to the same old same old…
But then Chester re-appeared. Having gone AWOL – according to Mel – for a spell, his reappearance was a real mood-sweetener.
So, we’re back home.
Antonio, who only got back from collecting Ali from NZ on Thursday, is off to Spain again today, for his work. So we’ve hardly seen him!
Our lovely neighbour, Mel, who fed and looked after Chester – inc. giving him his meds – whilst we were away, popped round for tea and a catch up.
This is the sort of thing, above, that makes home-coming less happy. Goddamn clutter!
I brought a set of shelves back indoors, that has been out in the garden a good long while. And I restocked it with books, clearing two other areas that were ‘library overflow’; namely, the upstairs landing shelves, and the shelves near the dartboard.
This in turn freed up space to use the ‘new’ (Freecycle) metal IKEA storage unit, which we’ll be using as a temporary shoe storage solution.
I guess that means we’ve been reasonably industrious for our sacred-Sunday of rest?
Oh, all this rearranging also entailed swapping the two armchairs round, so as to maintain some form of passageway, ‘twixt the chairs.