The workers were here early today, and despite my morning off I was out of the house before nine. In continuing pleasant conditions I undertook one of my just-out-of-town hillwalks. I made it longer than usual; anything to get away from the clatter and clutter. On the way home I stopped off at Lidl's for a bottle of their 12 year old Speyside malt. It is useful, rather than outstanding, but redeems itself somewhat by being cheaper than Jameson's. When I returned some time after 11, I retreated to the bedroom and settled in for 3 hours of power outage, insistent hammering and unremitting screeching noises emanating from a variety of different heavy-duty machine tools.
In the event, I found myself quite pleased with my success in trying to block it out from my consciousness and concentrate instead on my reading. And it must be said, as I descended from my bolthole when the time came to go for afternoon surgery, I could see that the kitchen is finally beginning to take shape.
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