Lucy is still freezing her toes off over in Sweden (inside new pony-hide brogues, I hear) but three weeks of luxury and gluttony in Tokyo have restored my desire to get my hands dirty once more.
I returned to park st to be greeted by my own reflection in the hallway floor: it had been polished last week- or at least the floorboards of suitable quality had (which completely excluded the bedrooms.) Unable to keep themselves away; mum and dad had also done some work on the living room fireplace and the bathroom now has skirting.
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