Over the last couple of days, Nick, Adrian and Kieran have continued to work like slaves on the maisie. The floor has turned out to be multi-layered; tiles over concrete, over tiles, over more concrete; it’s taken a lot of removing, using a road drill. But today it was deemed sufficiently gone to lay the new one on top. They’ve also resized the window that will be in the bedroom, to match one that Ade has laying around in his garage, and opened up another window into a doorway. This afternoon enough cement, sand and gravel were delivered to mix 3 cubic metres of concrete; tomorrow the big cement mixer will arrive, then it’ll be all go, starting on the reconstruction.

My patchwork club does a present exchange each March, anything home-made, but not food; so between shopping for and making huge quantities of food for the hungry workers, I’ve painted 3 terracotta pots to take on Monday.

I’m heading home tomorrow for my English class, but will be back here on Saturday for the Brassempouy hunters’ lunch; another meat-fest now that we’ve had time to recover from the one at Caupenne last weekend.