Listening to renovations going on in our usually very quiet building. Not distant enough in the case of the drilling, though it doesn’t go on endlessly. Does bring to mind article read very recently on the strong correlation between environmental noise, e.g. as experienced in living near motorway, and heart attacks. Hammering less annoying, and am thinking that construction workers must have more than hearing damage to contend with. Which brings to mind memories of the male flicker creating a nest in a broken off tree in our front yard, using his head as a jackhammer.
Down to the local supermarket for bread as we leave before dawn tomorrow for the Lisbon coach trip. Discover we know even less Portuguese than we thought. The Irish whisky that looked in the flyer to be €3.50, admittedly a loss leader of ridiculous proportions, is actually €3.50 off the regular price, bringing it to €15. Which is what it turns out, on checking the receipt, is what we paid for last week’s sale bottle. Turns out we’d missed the little word “poupe”, meaning “save”. Oh, poop. Well, fair enough, and no need to try to bring any back to London.