Get up a little later than we’d like, sit, breakfast and H goes to work. I move all the stuff from the bathroom into the living room and shift the bathroom shelves. Everything needs a thorough clean.
I begin work, eventually asking whether they want to begin. Apparantly so.
The come and smash things in the bathroom and I carry on working. Eventually it turns out that they’ll need to finish the putting the bit of wall back work tomorrow, though we can use the toilet. On the plus side, he’s fixed something and given me useful advice vis-a-vis another problem we’ve had, and about which I feel a lot better.
I go to Lower Marsh and get a labeller for Juan, and a smaller espresso pot and a clothes hanger for us. There’s a little local difficulty with the debit card. I react very graspingly and suspiciously, as I did to the builder yesterday. Bah.
Get back, put up the hanger, wash the espresso maker, return the things to the bathroom. I’ll need to move them again tomorrow.
I leave the flat at 18:00 and take the tube (very crowded) to Windsor Road. Not as good a session today, but it was good to get back into it. Discussion of various things.
Catch bus and tube back to the flat. When I get on the train there’s a loud gang of partygoers at one end of the carriage. They get off at Bank, as another group are getting on at the other end of the carriage. As if there’s some kind of party-goer quotient that needs to be met.
Back at the flat eat dinner, watch Never Mind the Buzzcocks, and then do the Toast.