'Tis just as I feared

Some Items Of Interest:¹

• The builders arrived this morning, and within 2 minutes of taking possession of my poor denuded bedroom, had placed three heavy scaffolding planks squarely down upon the small, struggling Yesterday, Today and Tomorrow bush I have been carefully nurturing for the last eighteen months. On the upside, they've boarded up the door between my bedroom and study, which means that not only am I insulated from the dust and slightly from the noise, but for the first time ever I have room to put up my giant Aragorn poster.
• This afternoon's Shire meeting only actually caused me to bite through my pen in homicidal range once (the Usual Suspect doing his usual complete failure to listen to anyone else in favour of the conversation going on inside his own head), although this may be because I'd thoughtfully loaded myself with codeine beforehand, and was thus functioning through a sort of serene fog.
• It's official: if you're under even a few millimetres of snow at the moment, I hate you. I really hate you. I am staggering zombie-like through 38-degree heat, wishing I could simply curl up and die. The guest room, where I am currently sleeping under a sheet because anything more is too hot, is also stuffy and I can't sleep properly. Meep.
• wytchfynder may hate Belle & Sebastian (hock! shorror!) but I'm still addicted, to the point where I really need to go and acquire a different album, I'm overplaying the three I have.
• All of the above notwithstanding, this morning I put a stake through the heart of the horrible undead Chapter 1 updates. Go me.

¹ Possibly. If you like this kind of thing. Or are having a really dull Saturday.