Solitary

It is shaping up to be a scorcher of a weekend.  Unusual for Easter. I shall be able to use my new ceiling fan in the sitting room.

I have blitzed the terrace and at last the sandy mud has gone. All is sparkling once more. As is the inside. Once I started, I couldn't stop.

Off to La Cañada to swap a broken fan for a good one and a few other bits and pieces.