An unexpected turn of events frees us to return to France much sooner than we thought. My father is spending the next month with a friend who lives where the winters are much kinder and they rarely have any snow. As he therefore doesn’t need us here, we are dashing back to France to carry on where we left off with the work.
Nick will be the advance party and will be able to paint the new staircase while there is no risk of dog or cat leaving paw prints in the varnish. I will follow on with the dog and cat later when their trampling up and down won’t matter.
In the next week we have a lot to do, fitting in all the appointments and catching up with friends. But if we can get the work finished in the first dark and dismal months of the year, we’re hoping that come the spring we will be able, at last, to just get on with living our lives rather than spending much of it up a ladder or in a DIY shop, or simply dashing about. With any luck I might even have time to blog about it in a more regular and orderly fashion.