It was a nasty dark damp cave...

... now it is Tricia's nasty dark damp cave. For the last few days she has disappeared through the low (for me) door for hours on end and various digging and shuffling noises have emanated, along with the odd request for old doors.
I took sympathy at some stage and snuck in and fixed the second light so at least some of the Stygian gloom was alleviated.
Officially it is now Tricia's workshop and store. It has the benefit at least of being cool, if only in the sense of temperature rather than chicness.
The heat continues to burn the fat off!
Shocked and disappointed by the referendum result. My only hope is that Michael Gove, who, curiously for a politician I vaguely trust and think is quite bright, must know something and so it could perhaps possibly potentially and any other p you can think of yet be the right decision. Hoping it isn't just naked ambition for leadership on his part.

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