renovating

I looked up on the house on the hill and it was being renovated. Anne-Marie had to check that it wasn't her house. No, the house on Sicilian lane, I told her. There were books flying out of the house and charred pieces of rubble. I was worried about that getting on my laundry that was hanging outside.

My mother came up for a 1pm lunch with me.

Masking tape was scarce and hard to find at work.