Titchy.

Walking round to the plumbers merchant I realised I was right next door to the old Middlesex Hospital, now knocked down and the home of boring offices and flats and also the site of our next job, the tiny little church in the centre. It was part of the hospital and never consecrated and will soon be home to music events, very quiet and small ones I imagine. The building has already been renovated but they need some toilets building, suspended above the stairwell on the other side. Very exciting.

Meanwhile all my energy is being sapped helping the kids with their decorating. I don't begrudge the three or four extra hours because they're still doing so much themselves, but it takes its toll on this old man. Plus our Clare is laid up with proper flu, or at least a proper bad cold. I'm not moaning in case it sounds like that, just tellin' it like it is, innit.
I'm writing this on Sunday, five days late, and now I've got the bloody cold. Bugger. Hope it isn't what C had, I can't afford time off work.