Tomorrow the walls of this house are going to be cavity-insulated.
"It's easy," I was told enthusiastically. "They drill a few holes in the outside wall and simply blow the insulation in. No mess, no fuss, and come winter, the heating bills will be significantly lower."
Gotta be a catch, I thought.
There was. "You'll need to move breakable stuff off the windowsills, by the way. Just in case."
Now, my windowsills adhere closely to the 'never a flat surface wasted' school of display. Still, it's probably time they had their biannual clean.
A bit later I got, "The vibrations can be quite powerful, you know. Best to take any pictures off the walls. Don't want all that broken glass lying around on the carpets."
Those were the carpets now covered in vases, jugs, pretty stones, driftwood-from-Greece and odd things made by the kids in Technology ten years ago, presumably.
Heigh ho, I thought, better make a start. Then I walked into the dining room and saw this.
It's a fairly delicate process anyway getting out the one book you want to read without dislodging the rest of the shelf.
And it's an outside wall.
Guess what I'm going to be doing for the rest of the day?
(PS - fortunately daughter is still at uni. A whole bedroom-full of carpet on which to pile books)