Saturday 27^th March 2010

Val has been texting.  A sure sign that he is re-united with drink, but there we are. The sudden blossoming of lunch parties after Christmas was a false spring, I fear.

He announces that the Juliet Balcony is the home accessory this season. I must get the Polish builders back at once. All that is needed is a set of French windows half way up the building with a dainty iron balustrade across the lower half to ensure that I do not plummet to premature death at any point during my Juliet phase.

So not really a balcony at all. But the perfect alternative to choc for an Easter present.