Quiet day

After yesterday's busy times with Frieda, I've had time to catch up a bit today. 
The ArtUK sculpture-recording project that I'm contributing to has a 30 Sept deadline for the current round of photo uploads.  I won't have images of all the relevant pieces of work in Sheffield by then. With the interruption caused by the long spring lockdown, there just hasn't been time to work my way through all the available pieces of sculpture.  The criteria are that these should be located outdoors rather than inside in collections, so the weather plays a part too.  However, apparently there are new funding bids in the pipeline and the organisation hopes to continue with volunteer recording again next year.
Meanwhile, I'm trying to reach 100 submissions by 30 Sept. I'm on 75 at the moment, so it's not out of the question, providing that we don't get constant rain between now and then.
Taking the photos is the fun part. After that comes the process of editing them (also fun), and entering all the details into a spreadsheet (tedious), before uploading it all into Dropbox.
My other task, today, was to show an estate agent around my ex-husband Graham's house.  In his will, he left it to our son and daughter and to his partner Jan, in three equal shares.  So we need 3 estate agent valuations before the whole probate process can be completed.  Jan, Ruth and I have shared out the process of showing agents round; it's a sad one for each of us, in different ways.  Ruth and her family have moved into the house for now, and it will gradually come to feel like theirs, but for now it is still full of echoes of the past. Graham and I bought the house for £11,500 in 1982.  We lived there together for just under 10 years, until we separated - at which point I moved out and set up a new home.  The fruit trees we planted in 1982 and 1983 are still there,  just a little older than our son and daughter.
Today's agent estimated an asking price of £250,000. And this for a house that was badly neglected in recent years, while Graham had dementia, and that now needs some major renovations. Apparently the government's stamp duty holiday, as part of the Covid measures, has unleashed a feeding frenzy in the housing market.