At last I have found  a builder who is doing all the jobs, big and small, that I need to make this maisonette (what an ugly word) a home, and so I can forget about renovation and builders for a long time to come.

David and his assistant Magic are efficient, intelligent, quiet friendly and inevitably Polish. David has even taken my answerphone off to a mate to see if it can be repaired.  He was recommended to me by new friend Anna who runs a local beauty salon.  Anna is far too busy to have time to consider romance, but I think she rather likes me.

Anyway, tomorrow the bookshelves arrive it kit form - and hopefuly David and Magic will erect them during my absence in London....

There is something of an end-of-term atmosphere in my head at the moment.  I can't concentrate, I've been snoozing all afternoon.  Although this transformation has taken far, far longer than I expected when I moved here on 29th February, now it is happening I can barely believe it.

Part of me - viz my blogged-about panic last night - actually wants things to go wrong.