So all we could do was to sit, sit, sit

And we did not like it one little bit.

Day 8 of our captivity. The forces of change have taken over the house and we are left with one small room to inhabit. The screed is drying slowly and the cats are sleeping wherever they can. Tomorrow we may  have new floors. But there is still much to do.

We were forced to go to the pub for supper - it's an ill wind etc ...