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The stairs are currently out of order. Mr B continues in the long, tedious, arm-breaking work of fixing the WC ceiling, which has involved hacking out a few rotten beams. Anyone who wanders up the wrong stairs tonight will find themselves very quickly in the loo. Happily we have some spare stairs (dubbed 'the servants' stairs when we moved in) though as they are the location chosen by Mr B for mixing plaster, going up and down can be a dusty experience.

Meanwhile, I continued with the seemingly endless job of painting the dining room, a job given fresh impetus as some friends are coming round on Saturday. The rain thumped down all day, so the usual job of ferrying the kids to and from activities almost required a boat. Now I just have to work out an amusing way to teach prepositions of place for the classes tomorrow.