Swag

Dylan rules his territory, the derelict laundry next to and behind our house. What he doesn't know is that work starts on site tomorrow. Within eighteen months his familiar backyard will be turned into retirement flats.

Change is inevitable. 

As for the rest: 

We cleaned and then went into Guildford today, as much as anything to get out of the house. It was nice. But there is a difficult week ahead. The work on the laundry, Aged P's funeral, more nasty deadlines at work ...

As my mother used to say, it's a great life if you don't weaken...