The surveyor is due any minute - he's running late. Freya got me up at 5.20, so I am not in the best of moods (at 10.15), especially with a 3 hour drive this afternoon. So far he's 45 mins late, but they did ring to say he was caught up in some traffic nightmare between here and York.

Peter is probably picking a key up this morning, and he says he'll probably fettle the doors tomorrow.

I need an aspirin! Too much caffeine trying to keep conscious. At least I've got Freya down for a sleep.

Andrea

(She's with me because her mum is on a training course in Leeds this morning, so that she can give the flu jab. Her comment - "I didn't sign up for this gig so that I could stick things in people!")