Mark versus the dust monster

Now that the work on the living room is mostly complete I thought I'd do a bit of midsummer cleansing and try to rid the place of the accumulated dust, grit and rubble that have infested the place kitchen ceiling caved in. And by golly there's a lot of it. There has to be a systematic approach, presently unknown to me, to handling so much dust: as much as I managed to sweep up I sent billowing into the air, there to hang in a thick choking cloud before settling elsewhere. It was rather like trying to grasp hold of your shadow: intangible and always out of reach.

After inhaling more particulate matter than I'm sure is good for my lungs I eventually gave up for the day. I'll do some more tomorrow. I've got an early start as the tiles for the showerroom are being delivered (sandstone I decided in the end, with smaller mosaic tiles for the floor, as per the tiler's recommendation) at sometime from 8am onwards. For a brief moment I thought it was the last of my seemingly infinite stream of deliveries - cause to celebrate surely! - until I recalled that I'm still due a pair of radiators which were supposed to be delivered many weeks ago. Celebrations postposed due to missing heating implements. Fortunately for tomorrow I had the phone socket fitted last week (it was stripped from the wall some months ago when I decided on a whim it should be located elsewhere), meaning that I might actually be able to fulfil the promise of working from home (my home!) for the first time (although the current lack of toilet facilities may limit that somewhat).

Hurrah!