We’re so resolved not to let the house go again. Cleaning the kitchen. Getting into the mixed bag of stuff we boxed fast when we were policing the place before the wedding.

Poisoning weeds along the front. That was my job, while Jane was washing the kitchen grime off the pretty Russian plates that decorate the wall.

I mean, a proper sort of cleaning.

Tomorrow I go to the optometrist and I’m taking a pair of old frames in the hope they can be a spare pair, for driving, ideally…IF a 150 contact won’t solve my problem. Or a pair for reading when the lens is out. My crazy vision requires so many sets of glasses I have to keep frames in service. The ones I’m wearing are comfy, but don’t bend over while wearing them: they fall off.