46 years ...

I'm interrupting the building reports tonight - (a) because nothing much has changed in appearance since yesterday and (b) because it was our 46th wedding anniversary and I thought it deserved this (not very good) photo of our dinner out to celebrate. We went back to the local restaurant that has been the reliable option for good food for the past however many years, the one where we held our Ruby do - it's changed hands but not standards and we've just enjoyed a completely satisfying meal. (I'm fussy)

Today we've also gone to a funeral and come home to find that the builders did not after all have the right colour of tiles to complete the hearth and had substituted a rather vomity colour of yellow. No, no, we said, and they whipped them off smartish before the cement set. The house is still full of dust and the plasterer is working overtime and will be back at 8.30am tomorrow. The painters arrive on Monday; they will have to co-exist with the  plumber as he fits the gas fire, and with whoever is finally going to finish the hearth.

Meanwhile, neither of us can stop sneezing. Here's to the next 46 years ...