Upheavals

Is feeling horribly sick. Ate 4 small(ish) rats made homeless by the upset in His workshop. Need to go lie down.

They have started to try clearing up the mess in His shed. Old lathe is coming out through the hole in the back wall - in dismantled pieces. Plus various things, some of which He had utterly forgotten He had. (She is not particularly enamoured of the fact that much of this fascinating - and grubby - Clutter is being lovingly carried into the Music Room which will soon be full up.)

The robin nesting in the shed has accepted the upheavals and carries on feeding its brood regardless of what goes on beneath it.