But following through on the choices I’ve made, and I’m happy with that.
The week has been a mix of war-zones: replacing the drain under your new house is sometimes like the Somme – after the rain and trench floods, the clay is all-consuming. Sometimes it’s like being in ‘nam, fighting for the other team – living in the Cu Chi tunnels. Other times it’s more like the Hundred Year War – a battle of endurance spanning many generations of patience.
Siding has been put up chez Casey. Possessions have been transported between abodes.
The Sisters Of Mercy were gorked at.
This is the past. The future holds sleep, more tunnel-warfare and more moving. And quality time with my honey in Englandshire in a few weeks.