MARCH - Week 1

Tuesday

Late evening

George says write something so here I am, writing - Cold tonight. Proper cold.

There was something white on the garden this morning that wasn't there yesterday.

George looked at it for a long time from the window... then went out in it and then announced it was temporary.

He is treating this as a position rather than a forecast.

I have no view either way, I'm just not going out in it.

Paint smell has mostly gone.

She finished the landing yesterday and seems satisfied.

The kitchen is fine so I'm just staying in the kitchen.