It's minus two here today but not a cold brightness; freezing fog, and visibility down to a few bushes away. Jobs done, enough wood in, dogs walked - reluctantly, yesterday's lunch revisited and a day of inhabiting the kitchen, and there's nothing wrong with that. When I saw the estate agent pictures I knew the kitchen would become the real heart of the home and it's proving to be very true.
Interior jobs will get done today: mending things, bill-paying, possible gite project drawings started and possibly completed, gamelan parts written up, cake made (and eaten), latest novel moving forward and last one about to be re-examined. Much is going on in the world; huge and worrying goings on and the kitchen feels like a comforting place to be.