I’m trying to bottom the conservatory in between other jobs today. This has involved removing the chair seat pads, which are now out on the line. This has of course inconvenienced Treacle, though not greatly – as cats can sleep anywhere. Me however, I cannot continue vacuuming until I get my tools back.

[i]Cats sleep anywhere, any table, any chair.
Top of piano, window-ledge, in the middle, on the edge.
Open draw, empty shoe, anybody’s lap will do.
Fitted in a cardboard box, in the cupboard with your frocks.
Anywhere! They don’t care! Cats sleep anywhere.[/i]

[b]Eleanor Farjeon [/b](1881 – 1965)

Garage rationalised somewhat and space made for pallet deliveries. Sitting room furniture now in my workroom. Progress by increments. Found 4 unused fluorescent tubes, had brainwave re removal of range, and began to worry about what to do with the sitting room carpet.

Ready for a cuppa and a nice sit down. Maybe Treacle has the right idea.

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