Dave the builder (and possibly Anniemay)

There's a flurry of activity next door - unlike in our house.  We're still having breakfast when Dave the builder flashes past the window carrying a sheet of insulation.

Next door has now been sold - it's the last house to be completed in our small world and much as we personally have benefitted from living with builders on site - it's time for all of us to move on.

We'll miss them though. I mention that we're expecting a furniture delivery this afternoon and they tell me that the access road will be blocked all day.  I ask if I should cancel it - "no" they say - "we'll carry it in for you".

Anniemay is starting to get cabin-fever.  She's usually out on Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays (which allows me not to get cabin-fever) but these activities have now been curtailed.  

She looks wistfully over at the builder's shed - "I could go and tidy it up for them.  And those pallets look a bit of a mess - I could stack them".  She is serious.  Bless.

I'll have a word with Dave.  My need is greater than his.