creeping

It's already almost the end of July, the month by the end of which we thought we'd have the flat all finished. Instead, today we started the cutting-in and painting the bits in front of which radiators will be reattached so that they can be reattached a day or so sooner. It's already the end of my week off, leaving just normal weekend after it. What started as suspicious sensations in the backs of our throats this morning have become post-nasal-drip-snot irritating pharyngeal inflammations this evening, though mercifully the wingpiglet appears unaffected and is suffering only from reduced physical attention to try and keep the snot off him. My bicycle popped in for a quick assessment and was returned with the advice that the crank is only remaining attached to the bottom bracket axle out of politeness and ought to be replaced, though was sufficiently tightened to stop it squawking quite as much every time I pull away though they also stuck my seat several inches higher than it was though I returned to to about an inch higher than it was as it's been creeping down over the years and could perhaps have done with being higher for a while.