We've moved a grand total of about four miles further out of town, but it definitely feels
more, well, "countrified" is probably the word I'm trying to find here. Admittedly, in most places, four miles out of somewhere would take you into the country, or indeed into the next town, but when the 'town' concerned is Greater London, it doesn't work quite the same. We're not in a London borough any more.
And yesterday morning when I left the house, there was something small, furry and rather dead on the front lawn. Still not quite sure what it was - a vole, maybe? Had it stayed there until tonight we'd have scraped it up and put it in the rubbish, but as it happens it vanished overnight. I suppose the fox which got it originally probably came back for it... I like that theory better than Attack Of The Zombie Voles
The last bit of bathroom (part of the mirror) has finally arrived. The shower works. The bath works. The sink should be OK to use today. Is the end in sight?