Just spotted a tour group outside scrutinizing my house, which would be all very well except I’m sitting at the window in my tatty old dressing gown. Don’t often get a day off during the week so I aim to maximize my unexpected leisure time when I get one. Wonder what held their attention so fixedly? Maybe they were wondering who would live in a brick house in such a seismically active area? Well, if it was good enough for the brainiest of the three little pigs, then it’s good enough for me. Might set the dogs on them.
