The smell of candles burning at both ends

I thought that I’d better check in lest you’d all think I’d been abducted by aliens, which would of course be most unfair on them: They made me very welcome and I was free to leave at any time.

Apart from a modicum of proper thinking work, most of the hours from my last post until 10pm on Saturday 26th were spent finishing Kim’s flat.  With a lot of help from some friends… thank you Cliff and Nick!  As of yesterday I understand that it had it’s first tenants and having met them a couple of times in the lead-up to finishing, I hope that our effort translates directly into their comfort.

Slightly after 10pm then, two totally wired people arrived home with a car-load of tools & stuff, hungry from not having eaten since breakfast and with one or two things to do before bed.  The tools got dumped unceremoniously in the garage and the door closed firmly behind them.  The leftovers from the previous night’s takeaway were microwaved and scoffed to the soundtrack of Kim saying ‘slow down!’  The sweat and tears from the day were showered off with the paint & dust and only then did we started packing.

My head hit the pillow at 2am, with Kim’s head about half an hour behind that and the alarm another two hours behind that.  Nasty alarm!  The driver of the car that collected us at 5am did his best to chat his way past my glazed expression and more or less the next time I woke up we were in Meribel.  Which can only mean one thing…