Ray is painting across the road, the plasterer is in the bedroom prepping, landlord Dave has skulked off home with "man flu and broken legs" (his words) after a weekend 80's roller disco, the radio is silent, the tv is off, the computer is muted and it's just too damned quiet.
Normally I crave silence and peace but today I can hear my thoughts in the quiet and I don't much like them.
It's quiet here too... maybe it's time to end this blog?
In order to restore some order in my head (or just stop listening to the idiot in there) I need to turn on some noise.
A cup of raspberry leaf tea with added fresh ginger, honey and a sprinkle of cinnamon, a warm blankie (because naturally, having builders in the house, all the doors and windows are open), a cat or two on my lap, a good book and a documentary about medaeval England playing in the background and I think I have it.