There is nowhere in the house that you can get any peace and quiet. The blowers and de-humidifiers have been installed. They are so noisy that I seem to have a constant headache. The television and recorder have fungus growing inside them after their soaking and wont work properly. The de-humidifiers are drawing over two pints of water a day into buckets - not sure how long the process will take till the buckets remain empty - only time will tell.
But I am fed up with moaning about our situation so I will show you some pictures of the garden where everything is fresh and clean and green. Where leaves are unfurling and blossom is sprinkled on the damson and pear trees and tulips are starting to open and daffodils are flowering their heads off.
Goldfinches have returned to the feeders, blue tits are nesting in the boxes and a wren has been busily building a complicated bowl with a tiny hole in the top trying to attract a mate with his artistry. Still slightly chilly and showery outdoors but I have the French doors open while I write in my journal listening to the birdsong which is preferable to the constant noise of machinery behind closed doors.
Just a thought about how kind people are - I found a pot of violas and a card on the doorstep from a lady who lives at the other end of the village who had belatedly heard of our plight. There have been offers of accommodation and furniture and of course all you lovely people in Blogland who have been so kind with your comments. A great big thank you to all who visit here - I feel quite guilty that I haven't been visiting your blogs for a while - but my heart just isn't in it at the moment - I hope you understand.