Not much sign of activity at the moment; concrete for footings has been poured, has got quite wet, is drying out. We await bricklayers: one week or two. Meanwhile we do the on-the-one-hand-on-the-other-hand shuffle over such intrinsically exciting things as single v double glazing. The joys. The backyard, a barren landscape leavened by piles of old fencing and such, looks not unlike the World Trade Center circa September 12, 2001. Adrienne calls us the Little House On The Prairie, which sums it up nicely. There is very little grassy space for the poor suffering guinea pigs.
