Waiting

Not our house, one up in the village dripping with wisteria.  We waited in all day for workmen to arrive, but they never showed.  They promise to come tomorrow just after lunch, but that's what they said today. In other news I can report that French putty has too much linseed oil in it.  I spent a couple of weary hours glazing an internal door with the gooey stuff, not like real putty at all.