Sunday, a quiet day

 Today is Sunday, I can hear the birds outside in the dark.  RU3 is playing gentle music, time for meditation and writing.  They played Vivaldi's Trout music earlier on, a favourite.  It always reminds me of tickling for trout on a Welsh farm when I was a child.  Wandering down to the small river at the bottom of the farm, the pig often joining us when we went fishing. 

Optimism or pessimism as the news unfold.  There is a distinct note of hopefulness that #47 will be trounced soon, even his most sycophantic followers must see the folly of his speeches.  He changed the nature of how we see the world but then along came a challenger, Mark Carney, who had been governor of both the Bank of England and the Bank of Canada and painted a different picture for us.

Adam, Andrew's architect friend for the latest news on the restructuring of the house was here yesterday.  Well the two balconies are out, no surprise there but it means that the kitchen will not be enlarged into the small back yard, a biggish change there. But that area still has to be dug out to make a window for the basement room at that end.  There is a large window in the other basement room, along with a fireplace    For me I suppose the xxxxx history be kept.  Which means flooring, not glamourous old wood but chunky lengths that already give as you walk on them and peer down into the gaps.  No dormer window at the very top though there are several velux windows for light.  It makes it all cheaper of course.

Old treasures.  Chinese cups.  I was looking for these the  other  day, they are in the attic and not basement thank goodness.  So fragile, so pretty and so useless! I had come on some old news of a Chinese cup fetching a lot of money and it made me think of these,  Basically who in the family gets them.

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