This will be have to be brief. The roofers are in full swing, trying to get done in time to drive home tonight, although right now a storm is holding us up. One or two have to go as far as Lincoln . The job has turned out far more fiddly than expected, with a lot of carefully angled pieces being cut to cover the roof of the dormer.
Inside, the house looks as though… well, as though a gang of roofers have been sleeping over. People have lost socks, shoes, one wallet, and several tools. Somebody left the bathroom light on all night and several thousand insects swarmed in through the screen.
Up on the hill I had another quiet night. When I turned in, about ten thirty, the sky was clear, there was no moon, and the Milky Way was like a long streak of cloud, stretching from horizon to horizon. I was disturbed once, by some crittur breathing heavily just outside the tent. I saw it off with an all-purpose Anglo-Saxon phrase, suggesting that it seek fresh pastures.
With luck, and a following wind, this job should be done by tonight.
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