OK: February is the shortest month, but it sometimes feels like the longest. This year it has brought prolonged rain, snow and the usual few fine, mild days. We’ve had a few of the latter just lately, so the grass has had its first cut, and yesterday the washing dried on the line for the first time this year. The mower (which, alas, is now rusting away) started on the second tug of the cord (and for once I had first checked the oil level).
We are in the process of auditioning builders. Since we no longer need two cars, the smaller garage is going to be converted into a shared study/bedroom, as so many of our neighbours have done. In fact, when we bought the house, it had permission for the conversion. Long since timed out, of course, and we’re fairly certain that the planning rules have changed meanwhile, requiring no planning consent for jobs of this kind. Third audition tomorrow afternoon. Putting cars in garages seems to have become pretty unfashionable hereabouts - and in any case, cars have grown in girth since 1980, when the house was built - so we think the project will add to our estates by adding a useable room rather than a dumping space. I should add that the toon cooncil is not covering itself in glory. We were charged £75 for an initial assessment of our plans, and await a reply twice later than their target. We may be looking for a refund.
Martyn’s study will become his railway room, and mine may become a proper third bedroom/snoring refuge. We find that we rarely use desktop computers these days, so need less infrastructure for such hardware. Isn’t it frightening how quickly computing kit becomes as relevant as Auntie’s good gramophone?
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