A haven ...

The upstairs part of my house is now barely habitable, with dust over two rooms and an entire set of sanitary ware upended on the bedroom floor as the plumbing saga spreads a daunting network of copper pipes under the floor. (They do say they'll make the floor good again. We'll see ...)

But this photo shows where we flee to,  and where we had our breakfast this morning: a lovely holiday flat four miles away, owned by friends to let us play at holidays when the banging gets to be more than we can bear. It is the antithesis of our own house at the moment, being modern, minimalist, warm and above all clean and tidy. 

Will I have a warm and tidy house again some day? Everything's relative, after all ...