Wherefore Art Thou?

I found this interesting street sign on my walk last weekend. Britain has some fun street names. I'd love to be able to throw out a street name like that when I'm filling out dry official forms, like renewing a driver's license or paying taxes. Kind of adds an element of levity to an otherwise tedious task. 

We have some clarity on what's going on upstairs. Here's what it looks like now:

So, yes, there are French doors with a "Juliet balcony," which basically means no balcony, just a railing. In this case the railing is a sheet of glass so you can barely see it, which is good. Nothing about this seems objectionable except the surprise.

The landlords tell me the Russians had to file for permits to do this work, but we never got any kind of notification, and the landlords didn't either. They said it would normally have been sent to us as the residents, and it's possible we threw it away, because we often discard stuff sent to "occupant," but who knows.

Anyway, as far as I'm concerned it's a done deal and we're rolling with it.

We had no kids at school yesterday -- the middle and high schoolers were all off on school trips. Since I had no "customers" I spent the day weeding the fiction section. It's amazing how much unread stuff accumulates in a relatively short time! I pulled a whole cartload of books that hadn't been checked out in at least ten years.

I love weeding. I got so focused I forgot to eat lunch, which never happens!