carl9whalley dropped by. He says business is picking up again- and he has several jobs lined up. I take this as a sign that people are getting accustomed and bedded in to the recession. They've realised it could last for years- and know they really can't wait for it to be over to get the back room painted or the floorboards buffed.
He had a ghost story for me too. The electric door bell at the house he's just finished doing up kept ringing. He and his son answered it. No-one there. He thinks it might have something to do with the owner keeping her late husband's ashes on the sideboard.
Talking about ghosts, here's a little chap Ailz brought back from The Trafford Centre. You push a button in his back and his eyes light up and he gibbers.
The kids from down the road were noisy last night- skriking like a hedge full of sparrows, flirting, stirring up the neighbourhood watchdogs, knocking back the vodka in soft drink bottles- a sure sign that spring is in the air. I put the front room light on to let them know they were under adult supervision. As long as they don't break things- and they didn't- I'm happy enough. I notice this morning there's a splash of something that looks remarkably like candy-coloured vomit outside our gate.