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My aunt reports:

Today for lunch, Dan and John went to Gabby's and had pub grub. I had a meeting.

Yesterday Dan drywalled on the first floor and William has been repairing floors. Today, John worked on the vent in Jen's bathroom.

Today in the afternoon, John called and asked me if I was free tonight. I thought: dinner and the opera? dinner with friends? a corporate function with an OK policy wonk as speaker and lots and lots of hot and cold hors d'oeuvres. Actually--his having been sick and all (Mike has the dreaded lurg now)--he meant help cleaning up floors for the floor guys who are coming in tomorrow. So, John, Jen and I trudged over in the pouring rain and lifted floor covering, moved stuff and swept. Went surprisingly quickly, all things considered. Who needs opera and hors d'oeuvres?
Cheers, Helen

I even phoned at around 6:45 to see if they needed help moving stuff, because I had a strange presentiment that they might. But no answer, so I had drinks with Cranky and friends and doled out sage very (in my case) out-of-date advice on Paris, London and Edinburgh instead. (Short version: wear comfy shoes and check the opening times of the museums.)

Then got home to find that we have a Basta for the weekend! She was thrilled to see me, and I her. She thinks she's sleeping in my room, which unfortunately isn't going to happen.