Sink

The kitchen has gone – has made the short trip to the skip on the front lawn. It was torn out, unceremoniously and with a hammer, leaving ragged half-plastered walls, pock-marked where the tiles were heartlessly chiselled out. Pipes cut off in their prime point aimlessly into empty space.

Exquisitely sensitive to the slightest disturbance to her normally placid existence, the cat is distraught, partly from the deafening racket proceeding from the kitchen all morning, and partly from the chaos that has descended upon the soft furnishings, with all her favourite resting places hidden under boxes or moved somewhere obscure. Even her food is not where she expects.

In a futile attempt to counteract the stress of the last few days, here is a calming and relaxing picture of boats: