Shed

Desperately seeking a metaphorical shed.


Took the dog for a walk on this beautiful day. Now home and struggling with written work for a Thursday deadline. Steve is busily painting over all vestiges of brown stained wood with a tasteful Farrow & Ball Pavilion Grey (we are in Norfolk after all!). In order to do that he is compelled to listen to his music full blast. I wouldn't dream of complaining - he's working his socks off - but since I require monasterial silence I'm forced to sit here with tissues stuffed in my ears held in place with a triple wound scarf... but I can still hear it!