I wasn’t allowed in to the building today because the plasterers have moved in. I hope they’re keeping it as tidy as it was left by Nick and Serge, but I think there’s a saying about omelettes and breaking eggs that doesn’t sit well with my acknowledged OCD thing.
Or is it paranoia? Discussion today in the office was one of those wind-up sessions where Matthew extols the virtues of UKIP and I (as a foreigner) alternate between getting quietly heated and just a bit despondent. Then I get home and notice that the spiders on my front hedge are clearly part of the conspiracy:
While those on Arthur’s (who is probably as English as they come) have been taking great care:
OK, so it’s nothing to do with our project, but I just thought I’d mention it. . .