Glen the Good sent round two enormous lobsters about four times the size of any lobster I have ever seen. They were cooked so all I had to do was gut and shell them. Messy. Sledge hammers were required. We thermidored about half of one and the remaining meat will be salad and sarnies and bisque and pasta until we scream "No more lobster" ... Which is a shame because there is another one in the freezer.
A very thorough plumber put our plumbing through its paces and explained it all to us. To make water appear you turn on the tap. Oh! Well there were hidden switches in cupboards and other mysteries. I got a bit bored listening to all this plumb speak so left The Apprentice son inspecting boiler parts.
Mr Smith and I had a 29th Wedding Anniversary stroll round Rye. We failed to find a chest of drawers but did find a paint shop. I painted up loads of bits of canvas in different colours so we can do our colour combos on walls throughout the house rather than trying to select from a teeny weeny little chart. Somehow they got a bit mixed up with flying lobster juice so now they smell.
We seem to have Artisan of the Day and today it is Burglar Alarm man. This is the first person we have got by ourselves as all others have been sent by Glen the Good. He would probably be frightfully upset that we should even consider having an alarm with him right next door. This is not London. You really can leave your house unlocked all the time.
It's a lovely day so I must get my laundry on the line. Clean sheets for all.
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