Phase Eight and I don't mean fashion

Day One - a cold and foggy morning entailed taking rubbish to the recycling yard, transporting tools from house to house,  searching for Monday morning 40% supermarket reductions, making the kit into a wheelbarrow, correcting a spotlight, investigated the leaking roof valley, discussing the plan.  Fish lasagne for lunch.
Day Two - removal of bedroom / office furniture around the house. One job leads to another. The sun shone in the afternoon but a cold day. Lasagne is always much improved on the second day.
Day Three - My friend worked so hard, bent doubled, wielding a heavy angle grinder with diamond cutter to level the concrete floor, rather than levelling with compound. It was a very dusty day.  Roast Chicken and Coconut Apricot dessert were delicious but could not improve the grubby tiredness that only soaking in a hot bath can restore a feeling of well-being.
Day Four - An extremely bitter, dank, fog-held-hunkered-down-to-earth day.  The sun would not appear to burn it away.  My friend worked outside preparing wood battens for double glazed units that will replace the single pane brittle glass of French window doors. The doors have to be shortened to accommodate the "to be laid" oak flooring and adjusted to prevent external draught entering the room.  Last winter the gaps were stuffed with newspaper, a very effective draughtproofing material.  I helped to move tools, garden waste, re-organised diy materials,  swept and tidied, then became lazy in front of the woodburner.  It's not good for my body or my brain to stop moving around.  Leftover roasted veg, newly cooked broccoli, remainder of onions roasted in the pan, chicken gravy sauce, leftover fish lasagne chopped small made the most delicious country cottage soup followed by cold baked Bramley apples with date stuffing and cream.

We made much progress. I am eternally grateful. I appreciate much in my life.