After most of Craig the Plumber’s Saturday, we have water once more, though not the washing machine — that line has had to be isolated. It’s a bit wearing since you never know where it might break out next, and there are also as many dear little holes in the floor, made by Craig, as there were holes in the pva piping, made by mice. We’d decided not to attempt to replace the guest bathroom floor in this round, but given the state it’s now in perhaps we will have to. All the silver and glass is once more huddled on the dining room table. Winter draw(er)s on: we had a session this afternoon putting tender stuff in the greenhouse, a mark of the turning of the year.