Listening to: Radio 5 (against my better judgement - not good for the blood pressure)
Drinking: third cup of tea of the morning
Watching: the sun struggle to come up
Christmas is over in our house. Mrs TPF, never one to mess about with all this 12 days stuff, took down the decorations yesterday and suddenly it's January.
The fields on Westray are looking tired, battered and empty. Only a few sheep and the occasional horse are still outside and - the last two days having been bank holidays with no transport on or off the island - it's been even quieter than usual.
Sal and I promised ourselves that, once Christmas was out of the way, we'd get our act together and start work on the house and farm in earnest. As a result we've spent quite a bit of the last two days making lists and drawing plans. Getting the terrifying number of projects into some kind of order has been tricky and we're not there yet.
While we try to fathom out where to start on the renovation of our tumbledown house, one job needs getting on with right away. With two sows due to arrive at the farm in the next few weeks, we need more pig housing and I had plans to lay a concrete floor in the half currently not used by Eric and Ernie and to build two pens.
Nothing is ever that simple, however, and Sal had spotted that the current floor was made up of a lot of large flagstones - perfect, once cleaned and polished, for a kitchen floor. I had hoped she wouldn't notice. I had hoped Mr D would back up my claims that moving them was far too difficult.
I spent yesterday lifting and shifting, suggestions that laminate flooring is great in a kitchen having been ignored.
We now have a pile of flagstones, most at least 3ft x 3ft. There's plenty for the kitchen floor with some left over. It's not exactly Ikea (a lot dirtier and no meatballs) but I have to admit Sal's right.