423 days…

It wasn’t until I was laying awake in the wee small hours that I heard scratching sounds in the walls and suddenly though “that’s another job Greg used to do – check for termites”.

Crap.

So I organised an inspection for today.

The bad news is that we have them.

The good news is that  they aren’t really causing a problem and the one susceptible wall will be treated next week.

P H E W

I miss you in every way, every day.

XA

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