Gosh, living in this house is quite something. Our artists have spent the afternoon transforming a rather boring wooden lectern into a completely convincing appearance of marble, at the request of a priest who wants it to match his altar.
Outside a crow, a fox and a seagull are arriving for their supper.
Down in the shed the Badger is quickly putting together a set of shelves.
And now, in the room below me someone is practising the French horn, while in the room next door to her someone else is playing fast scales on the trombone. It's all . . . sort of . . . marvellous . . .