Oh blow

Our return to Formby last night was lightened by a lovely meal with old friends of the family. The snow was nearly all gone the next day, but the damp in house had not. These blowers and dehumidifiers are going all the time. More than a little distracting. The burst damage is extensive, though maybe not as bad as I had imagined. But then I was imagining bulging ceilings and sparking exposed wires dangling from the rafters. Boxes of books are everywhere, and it's rather depressing to say the least. Never the less, we had a lazy morning, ignoring the surroundings, a trip to the village and a cheaty dinner. I can't say I'm too upset to return to AKHF's tomorrow, but it's a shame there's so much to be done here.

Blast.