On current form, I’m expecting rains of frogs in 2022.

Almost nothing done on the organ in the last twelve months, due to the pandemic, and both my work commitments and David’s. The project sputtered into life again last weekend when David popped over (yes! people! in the house!) to re-re-re-measure the toe piston mouldings before cutting them. We changed our minds. Twice. He has gone away now to apply the saw, but I’m trying not to think about it. Hopefully that will be back in a few weeks and I can get on with the build.

I also removed paid someone to remove the inconvenient oak tree and got a new fence. It’s probably a mark of my advancing age that I am strangely proud of having a new fence, but I’m trying not to think about that, either. Anyway, it’s nice to have it finally erected because I was in perpetual fear of the dog escaping through the enormous holes in the old one, and also because now the fence is in place I can finally start putting things into the garden, rather than taking things out of it. I planted a couple of climbing roses at the side of the house, which appear to have settled in nicely. No major plans for the house interior for the rest of this year, apart from some pre-painting prep work after removing the ghastly wallpaper from the lounge and fitting the new lounge radiator. Next year will hopefully be a bit more exciting.

Gaze ye all upon my fence and rejoice with me.