Home Again

I've spent the last week on holiday at our house in Norfolk.  It hasn't conformed to the usual idea of a holiday.  First, there's the odd timescale.  As a traditionalist, holidays are two weeks from Saturday to Saturday.  Admittedly, I haven't had such a holiday for years, but the idea remains.  We came on Sunday afternoon.  Second, holidays are relaxation.  When we're in Norfolk relaxation often takes the form of route marches planned in absolute detail by the Controller with fixed and not-to-be-missed start times, but it's definitely relaxation.  Well it is compared  to this week.  When I arrived on Sunday late afternoon, I had to take up an old carpet from the downstairs room as well as underlay and edge grip.  Rather than the parquet floor of dreams underneath, there's warming concrete.  Later in the week, there was a room to decorate - celings to paint, walls to paint, old curtains to remove and numerous visits to the dump to get rid of the rubbish.  There were also blinds to order and the oak for the hardwood floor downstairs to unload so that it can acclimatise before being laid next week.  So not much relaxation and I'm feeling knackered, but tomorrow it's home again for Fulham.  Let's hope I can keep awake.