At home

I stayed at home, and didn’t go out today. We’re going to meet this evening, Harry sent me an e-mail to confirm. Mum told me that she thought I looked tired, and that I should get some rest. In any case, I don’t have any work on at the moment. The Pykes are waiting for their work to get on a bit before they allow me to re-do their garden. Mrs. Pyke phones me to ask me over for a cup of tea, but the idea of putting up with a conversation with her gives me an unpleasant feeling of drunkenness. I turned her down as politely as possible, saying that Mum needed me to tidy up at home, which was true. We spent the day putting away the winter things, picking over quite a few things. I obviously came across objects that brought back memories, without really lingering over them. I put everything I wanted to keep in a box, and I put it under my bed. I’ll have a look later.