This morning my wife and I go for a walk out on the edge of town; a varied foray through steep woodland paths and muddy fields, with an ascent of about 300 metres. We have a spot of lunch in a nearby pub (bowl of chilli for me, tuna melts for her)before going home to complete the kitchen clear-out. This afternoon, the builder (though tomorrow he will be the destroyer)rings to confirm he'll be here bright and early.
I'm mainly worried about the cats really; they hate loud noises and sudden events, as of course they all do. My wife also, is concerned I fancy, but she remains outwardly bullish. Me? I'm terrified.
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