We had a slight drama when we got home from dropping M to the airport and couldn't find Moz, our fluffy grey (and adventurous) cat. We looked in all the usual sleeping/hiding spots, and then outside - even though we knew he couldn't be out there. But where was he? Three hours and a batch of scones later we heard a noise at the old chimney.
Sure enough, although not a cry was heard there he was high on top. It took a ladder and a box and two people to get him down. Lucky we found him before the plasterers arrived today!
Meanwhile George the painter has been going non-stop, sealing all the peeled areas and slowly removing all traces of mountain blue (now repackaged as ocean deep - which is quite appropriate for this region which runs between the mountains and the sea!)
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Ahh, the new colours look great (although I don't mind me a bit of 'ocean blue')!
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