Strata

I have a juicy black eye! (See yesterday.)

Secondborn came to the house to give me moral support as I cleared a lot of stuff in the garden out of the way of the builders ready for tomorrow. She then decided it would be fun to save them a bit of work and started stripping wallpaper. She doesn't remember but this was a task she adored when we moved to our mess of a house in Oxford when she was 2. At that stage I was fascinated by the layers of history in colours of paint and wallpaper. This time she was - beneath the 1970s there was definitely a Pompeii era.

She then set about dismantling the kitchen in an attempt to recover a piece of wood I can use as a desktop. She successfully removed the piece she was after but we agreed it was far too heavy to move anywhere. More thought required.