Ahem, ahem

Returned home this morning after health-giving walk to find the house full of stinky smoke. When I got out of the car in the street, one sniff revealed the presence of tar. There is, indeed, a tar heater on a truck in the street, and a grey haze coming from the family room. I deduce that the guys are "hot mopping" the shower pan in the new bathroom. Alas the doors between the family room and living room were thrown open, hence the delightful smokiness throughout the house. Site Supervisor II is appalled and has taped up the family room doors. So no TV for you naughty children later!

I am now sitting here with windows open - though not the french doors, as CAT man is out there doing something - and wondering where to eat my lunch.