I have completed - well, almost - a great work! I have found the floor of the room above the porch which I sometimes laughingly call my study. Nearly all the papers are sorted, although some sections require a finer re-sort, and I have painted the walls at one end prior to moving the desk and painting the walls at the other end. I have taken all my faded old postcards down as a step towards achieving this. I'll miss them, but all the vivid colours of the original nineteenth century art they mostly represented have turned a strange greeny blue.

I have now stopped for a cup of coffee and a pot of cottage cheese to tide me over till dinner time. I would like to enjoy these in the garden, but a very noisy farm machine is going round and round the neighbouring field shooting out small stones and very hard peas as it goes which fall like hail where I want to sit - all of which adds up to making the garden a place too noisy, too dusty and too downright dangerous in which to take lunch.

Evening Update

Desk moved. Walls painted . . . except that there is some printer ink splashed on the wall where the desk used to be and though painted over it is clearly as persistant as nicotine and is already showing through!