The roofers did not show when expected. They delayed.
They have been here since early this morning. It is now 7:07 p.m. The pounding on the roof stopped a few minutes ago. The pounding in my head continues.
Franklin and Penelope have been calm all day, except when one of the workmen sang in Spanish. They barked and howled. I thought I would have to open the door and say in Spanish, No more songs. The dogs think they're bad.
But the man stopped singing before I had the great good pleasure of telling him in my lovely Spanish that the dogs didn't like it.
As I feared and predicted, I did not write a post on the backstory of The Lady In The Van (reviewed for MOVIE WEEKEND here). I shall try to provide backstory soon, whether you want it or not.
Let me check my email for a funny from fishducky of fishducky, finally! to make up for the lack of the post.
Infinities of love,