Cancel road salt. Order pumps

Wet night and wet morning. For some reason I awoke believing I was in Jersey ( we have friends there ). It took me ages to realise I was actually at home. Torrential rain and dropping temperatures. Summer, what summer? As if we did not have enough on our plates the house decorating/refurbishment is progressing slower than a geriatric tortoise race. Will it ever end? We have our doubts, all of which adds to the pressure on what is left of my brain. In addition Lynne went for some physio on her back yesterday but was in some difficulty driving home. My big concern is how long she will be able to carry on ferrying me about without taking a restorative break. Pressure, pressure, pressure.