I mailed all the CDs from the current clamor-crop which is most gratifying, and I have spent the morning taking up ancient tile of an ugly mustard hue, using a sledge hammer (sawed-off) and floor chisel. BAM!! BAM!! SPLINTER! CRUCNCH!! BAM!!! (sweep, sweep, sweep. Clattering crash of old tile remnants falling into the trash.) (Repeat until spinny, then take brek).

Long, slow porcess but when it is done the mustard tile will be replaced with oaken planking, much improved. The price of betterment is eternal inconvenience...



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