Today, too, the builders are finally here. They took eight days to scaffold the front of the building. Now they are a metre away from me as I type, at first floor level.

Not immigrants, even from Yorkshire, unfortunately. Instead, bumptious Brightonians.

I have paid a lot of money as my share of the building works. I would have paid a few pence more if there had been a clause in the contract forbidding WHISTLING.

In the next 16 (ha,ha) weeks I will need to find a wifi hotspot to write these posts, and indeed anything else. Don't fancy my creative juices flowing in this kinda goldfish bowl.