Whilst waiting ....

 Whilst waiting for the carpet fitters.

Watching the trees gently breathe as the air warms - tendrils of mist lift and twirl up and through the branches catching the light

Watching a neighbour's elderly cat carefully sniff around our garden, find then, blissfully enjoy, the cat nip ball we have up at the back door for our cat. His closed eyes and pushed forward whiskery chops the epitome of a moment of feline pleasure

Having my eye caught by every passing van (of which these days appears to be a lot more) just in case one of them is anticipated carpet fitters

Listening to the radio, which alternately annoys me or engages me, but will always be on to help mask my tinnitus

Working on quizzes, bingo sheets, kid's trail questions and anagrams for work. Constant small streams of income for a charity are a life line

Planning the next display for work, contacting the relevant parties to encourage them to get their posters ready earlier rather than later - so no last minute panic. Not quite managed so far ...

Answering my cellphone - the fitters have got lost in the village - please can I direct them  

Whilst listening to the carpet fitters

Hammering, sawing and blokey grunts as they drag or cut or stick down first the underlay then the carpeting

Watching them remove doors and pile them up in the dining room 

Making them mugs of tea (sugar please)

Not* watching them admire themselves in the mirror in the hall and mutter things about how grey their beards are getting

Quietly (in comparison) painting a still in the green hyacinth to keep myself occupied whilst the cat hides and the workers work.