Richie and son have arrived to start work on the attic bathroom. Installing the soil pipe is the first task.
The new apprentice is ready for anything.
The radio is on, loudly. From anywhere in the house I can hear adverts, traffic updates, music by bands I have never heard of.
Tea and biscuits are ferried up the stairs at regular intervals. Nothing is a problem; everyone is cheerful. Millie is Chief Inspector of Works.
The attic has been cleared, and the insulation in the eaves thoroughly disrupted. Cats will disperse the itchy fibres all over the house for the next few days.
The old familiar mantra is being intoned gently, under my breath:
"It will all be worth it when it's finished...."