Lighthouse

It was a day for looking up. Early this morning to watch the drizzle, wondering if the promised fine weather would make itself known. Mid-day, to watch the great silver birds chase each other across the bluest of skies, when it finally arrived. Then the afternoon was spent looking up once again................ painting a ceiling.

The end in sight at last. Lights up and working. Just some minor touching in with a small brush to finish the job. On and off it's taken two weeks. Something I could have finished in a couple of afternoons a few months ago, but that's the way it is from now on. So I must be patient.

There was a disaster in the day. I knocked over two glasses of wine. One a rather quaffable Rose', Cag's choice, the other, an interesting red Vin de Pays. I tried to throw myself under the tumbling glasses, mouth open in anticipation and desperation, but to no avail!

The Rose' hardly left a mark but the red has left a trace. Now I know the best way to remove red wine from a carpet is to pour on a glass of white wine and sponge off, but two glasses wasted in one day was all I could stand. I wasn't about to waste a third.

Luckily the carpet is dark and old, so I was not too bothered, and besides, people will be looking up, noticing the new lights and freshly painted ceiling. They won't have time to look for a fading wine stain. When you have a dog, who does not know how to wipe his feet, and a slightly leaky mother living with you, a little stain on the carpet is the last thing you worry about.